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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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"I'm impressed you asked," Jake said with a funny little half-smirk, moving to gently scritch the base of Dirk's hairline when he flopped into his lap. "I brought you some soup, though, it should help warm you up."

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"Mostly," Jake agreed, then slid his hand down the back of Dirk's shirt to press his palm between his shoulder blades. "...criminy, you're warm." And Jake's hand was probably really cold.

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"Ah, sorry," he recoiled, sliding his hand under his own thigh to sandwich it between the mattress and a warmer part of his body. In the meantime, he tried to not stare as Dirk pulled his shirt off. Wow, he was still really attractive.

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Jake fairly immediately replaced his hand against the back of Dirk's neck-- it was just cool, now, instead of starkly cold. He rubbed, soothingly, and shifted around to pull the covers back up over him. "Think you can handle some soup?"

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Snorting, Jake folded over at the waist to bodily shift Dirk around until he was propped up on some pillows. "If you insist," he said slyly, bringing the tray down to sit on the bed with them. "Really I'm more worried about you pouring soup all over your naked self trying to drink it, so I was already intending you help you out." His expression softened and he ran his hand along the side of Dirk's face, to his neck, down to his collarbone. "...you're really sick," he offered quietly, clearly concerned.

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"Not surprising," he scolded lightly, bringing his hand back to his face. He kept it there for a moment and then leaned forward, gently pressing their lips together. "I'll make sure you're right as rain lickety split, though."

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He closed his eyes and nuzzled back. "You're welcome, but don't thank me until I've successfully wrangled your stubborn arse into wellness."

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"I have an immune system of steel," Jake countered, kissing him again. But then he pulled away to hold up a spoonful of soup for Dirk to eat.

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He did, generally. His nervous stomach aside Jake was a pretty healthy kid. Except for when he worried himself into a state of overdrive and overdid it. But that was an entirely different story. He reached out with his free hand to take Dirk's shaking one to still it, rubbing his thumb inside of the Strider's palm lightly.

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It's so. Tennnnderrrrr. Jake chuckled a little at Dirk's squeezing, wrapping his fingers around the rest of his hand and squeezing back. He dutifully kept at feeding him soup, determined to get proper sustenance in him. He couldn't very well recover without getting his strength back.

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Dirk don't make yourself more sick just to put up with Jake's domestic tendencies. If you don't want the soup, tell him you don't want the soup. He can take it.

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He sat back on his haunches and waited, setting the spoon down in the bowl of soup. He supposed he'd never really fed someone before, so this was a learning experience on all fronts. He waited about as patiently as he could, giving Dirk a thorough once-over. Despite how dark his skin was, he looked pale, and it was really sort of upsetting.

"Sorry, chap-- you all right?"

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Jake shook his head and sat back a little farther, leaning back on his hands.

"Suppose I took it a bit far, with that. I just didn't want you to spill soup all over yourself-- it's pretty hot." He's just worried, Dirk. Forgive him for mother henning like crazy.