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He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, giving Dirk a sort of comical expression.

"Faux fancy," he repeated. "You're funny."

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He tried to not watch Dirk like a hawk, paying attention to every nuance of his movements, but it didn't really work. And it wouldn't have really been obvious if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't eating his bread for all his staring.

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And it wasn't really until then that he realized he was even staring, and he shook himself out of it, munching his bread belatedly.

"Sorry, I didn't really sleep much earlier, I must be spacing out." Which was true, but he was also staring.

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"Bec would find us," he said idly. "Like Lassie."

And then he fell silent, spacing right the hell back out munching on his bread. He supposed it was a bit of a lie that he wasn't letting feelings get in the way. Because that's pretty much where his brain was.

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He'd gotten used to the friends with benefits thing. He was okay with that. But now he was stuck on feelings, because they were definitely there. And it was pretty obvious, too. He clung and he cared and it would only be a matter of time before Dirk figured it out. He needed to back off. But how did one accomplish that...?

Finishing his bread, he frowned a little at Dirk and then back to the table. If he were honest, he didn't really want to back off. Maybe he'd be better off waiting until Dirk was feeling better and trying to actually discuss this with him. They were adults, after all.

"I mean how awful could it be," he wondered out loud, fully not meaning to actually speak his thoughts.

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He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned sharply to Dirk, frowning.

"What?"

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"--Oh. Right. Yes." He pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses. "Bugger."

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"If you're not back at a normal body temperature neither of us are going anywhere," Jake muttered, giving Dirk a pointed look.

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There was a frown, and Jake shrugged.

"If you overdo it gram is going to be ten times worse about scolding you," he said lightly.

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"All right, good."

He had the niggling sense that he probably should stay home anyway, just from the vague heavy tiredness that was lingering a bit more than just from not having slept well worrying over Dirk. But if he slept now he should be fine, so he just sort of dozed at the table while Dirk finished his soup.

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"Excuse me, when did this become you worrying about me?" he offered, smiling. He took Dirk's plate and bowl and put them in the sink, wandering back over to him and taking his hand. "Doing all right?"

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"Good to hear." He laced their fingers together as they meandered back up the stairs, and rested his forehead atop Dirk's when they got into his room.

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And Jake returned the gesture, having slightly joined Dirk in the strange sensation of things not quite feeling real. He laughed a little, after, and shook his head as he pulled away.

"This is not resting," he explained.