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This is a generic Jakepost to reply to. Because the meme post was all Jake and has some inconceivable amount of comments now so it doesn't like to load. Have at, my lovelies.

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"You've certainly looked better," Jake agreed, wandering into the doorway and watching Dirk splash at his face. He grinned a little, looking the other direction as he brought his hand forward to shamelessly smack Dirk on the ass. "Buuut I get the feeling I've seen a lot of good sides to you that not everyone sees." Wow, Jake, way to be a coy little dickhead.

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He practically leapt at the opportunity to gather the smaller boy in his arms, holding him close and burying his nose against his neck. "Definitely," he muttered into his skin. "There are two people in the world that have seen as much of me as you have, and one of them is my grandmother, because she used to change my diapers as a tot."

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Catching him relatively easily, Jake gasped a bit when Dirk sort of slumped into him. He slipped his arms under the Strider's to hoist him up a bit, ducking his head to speak against his ear. "Have you got everything you need? We should go, you need to be resting." And the chill in this apartment certainly wasn't going to be helping his temperature.

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"Shh, take it easy," Jake soothed, stooping a bit and leaning backward to let Dirk sort of flop onto his shoulder. "Grab onto me, would you?"

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He was completely allowed to be selfish, he was sick. Sick people were meant to be taken care of by their loved ones. And Jake was so beyond happy to take care of him. When Dirk wrapped his arms around him in his fever-addled feeble grip he stood again, actually carrying Dirk like one might a small child, one arm supporting him under his thighs and butt and the other wrapped around his back to keep him against his shoulder. He stooped for the backpack and hooked it on his elbow.

"Keys?" he asked as he headed for the door.

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Jake shimmied around in a sort of comical fashion to get the keys without having to put Dirk down. He somehow managed to swing himself around to get the backpack up onto his shoulder, so he just stooped to lock the door, both locks with the same key. He frowned a little at that, but didn't pause to waste time on it. Instead, he shifted again to gently press the key back into Dirk's pocket, and then descend the stairs with him propped against his shoulder.

Luckily it was Thursday, and Jake was pretty confident he could keep Dirk home from classes tomorrow to give him a good long recovery time. The guy really needed a break, anyway.