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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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"--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.

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"You can have the laptop in bed if you'd like," Jake offered idly, crawling over toward the wall and watching Dirk with a smile. He left his glasses on the table where Dirk picked his up from.

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He curled up on his side and watched Dirk with a faint smile on his face, reaching across the bed to touch his shoulder. Without his glasses on, even in the light of just Dirk's computer there were circles under his eyes. When had those gotten there? He just smiled and watched him type, and didn't have the presence of mind to keep the stupid smile off of his face.

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"I'm tired," Jake whined quietly. He pressed his face into Dirk's hand for a moment. "...come to bed."

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His body was preemptively trying to force him down and make him rest so he didn't fall prey to illness, but he wasn't really listening. He latched onto Dirk and buried his face in him, humming quietly.

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He didn't really sleep much. Not restfully at least. His brain refused to shut down, thinking and spinning and twisting itself in knots about nothing in particular. When his alarm went off at 7am he was shaking slightly, from cold or exhaustion or both. He sat up and fiddled with his phone for a while, trying to keep the faint wheeze to his breath quiet enough to not be telling to Dirk.