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[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

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[ gives the hand a squeeze. ]

You can pick.

「 Waffles! 」

Okay. We'll make waffles. And orange juice? Apple juice?

[ starts tugging him out of the kitchen. ]

「 Apple juice, please. 」

[ follows along, narrowly avoiding a run-in with the wall as he attempts at moving in a straight line. yawns a little. ]

Okay. All the apple juice in the world for you.

[ brightens at that, trying to guide ~~this drunkard~~ him steadily into his room. it's only when they gets there that he types, holding up his cellphone for anthony to see: ]

「 Thank you, onii-chan. 」

[ frees his hand gently so that he can wrap them around hiro for yet another hug. ]

You're welcome. No-o-o problem.

[ tilts his head at that (his expression), also wrapping his arms around anthony, only his objective is to safely waddle them both over to the bed. ]

[ waddles along obediently, half-throwing them onto the mattress when they come within reach. ]

Score!!

[ can't do much more but wiggle a little, peeking up at anthony. removes an arm around him to touch one of his cheeks, patting at it a little. after some maneuvering he manages to type: ]

「 Onii-chan is warm. Sick? 」

[ frees an arm to cover his eyes with a hand. ]

I'll be okay in the morning. Or worse in the morning. . .

[ pats his head with his free hand. ]

「 It's okay. Onii-chan should just sleep. 」

[ slides away his hand so that he can read the words on the phone. then nudges against the hand against his head, nestling in a little closer as he closes his eyes & evens out his breathing. ]

Sorry. Thanks.

[ droops when he sees that expression, feeling upset that he can't actually say anything to him to help.

--just counters those thoughts with lifting his hand to instead pop anthony's forehead lightly. ]

[ cracks open an eye, startled but unable to show it (his reflexes shot to hell), blinking owlishly. ]

Hrrrmrrph?

「 You said you were happy. Happy people don't make sad faces. 」

Oh. I go through these stages, see? Happy, sad, stupid. Oh, and menopause. [ long pause. ] Cancel the last one.

「 Menopause? 」

Yeah. It happens to old people.

「 Does it hurt? 」

I heard it could be torturous.

[ thinks about this for a while, and then: ]

「 I'm glad that I'm not old. 」

[ pets his hair soothingly. ]

You'll be my little brother forever. I won't let menopause get you!

[ perks up and nods furiously, looking as happy as he can get. ]

「 Onii-chan is my hero. 」

[ raises an arm into the air. ]

I'll be a great hero, you'll see!