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( oz has spent some time practicing, so when the video feed comes on, it's steady and propped up to give a good view of him in the living room of his apartment. he shoots the camera a grin before holding up a helmet that may seem familiar to some people. )

Hello, everyone! You won't believe what I found today. ( a meow can be heard off-screen, and he corrects himself - ) Or more correctly, Li Jun did. Something like this must belong to someone, right?

( he hefts it up closer to the camera so that viewers on the network can get a better view. it's probably clear he basically thinks it's one of the coolest things ever. a real helmet like what a real knight would have!! maybe even what one of his favorite fictional knights would wear while doing something gallant.

it would probably be rude to put it on his head. which is what he does a moment later, cheerfully, because look okay how many chances like this does one get!! the network gets a wave before he takes it off and adds, )

Well, if it someone's, I wouldn't want to keep it from you. So tell me if it's yours, alright?

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--That's a joke, right?

[Break don't test him, he's in mother hen mode right now.]

[ a pathetic little cough ]

It hurts!

[ Everything hurts, at baseline, but it's one thing to talk about that , and quite another to whine about a cold. He's going to milk this for all it's worth. ]

I'm not rubbing anything!

[B(!!!]

You won't even do this one small thing for meeeee?

[ He reaches for a nearby afghan and coils it around himself. He is cold. ]

[He's silent as Break coils himself up in the blanket, and for a second it almost sounds like he's ready to give in. But instead he only leans in and places his hand on Break's forehead, brushing his hair out of the way so that he can actually get a better idea of how bad the fever really is. His hand is calloused but still comforting, albeit cold compared to the warmth of Break's skin.]

...If it hurts that bad, then maybe I should take you to see a doctor after all.

[Starting to fall for it a little more...]

[ He senses Gilbert leaning over, but he's still surprised to be actually touched. He startles, and almost begins to wriggle away. But he checks himself, putting on a cloying smile. ]

Goodness, a head pat from Gilbert. So this is what Alice goes on about, hmmm~?

[ He draws out this last syllable into a happy hum, leaning into Gilbert's hand. ]

Don't you start too...

[He groans as he thinks back on all of the ways that that stupid rabbit tried to trick him into patting her head. And besides, this isn't about being grateful for something he's done, this is just the opposite! Break is an idiot for having caught a cold like this, this shouldn't be rewarded! But he can't yell...they've done more than enough of that lately.]

What other symptoms do you have?

[He removes his hand and starts for the kitchen to pour him a cup of tea.]

[ Pfff. As if he's going to mention any real symptoms. ]

I'm starving. I'd give anything for some candy. I could eat a whole mountain's worth.

[ and just because: ]

Perhaps that would help this terrible stiffness I feel. In my neck.

I'm not rubbing your neck!

[HE'S SERIOUS ABOUT THIS THING.]

[ Gilbert, you're too cute when you're flustered. ]

Ha! Ha! Haaa--cough!

[ Oops. Laughter. Not a good idea. He doubles over in a hard fit of coughing. It's a good thing Gilbert is still in the kitchen. ]

[The coughing at least keeps Gilbert from throwing a teacup at his head.

Instead, he waits for Break to catch his breath and then taps the side of his hand with the teacup (which has plenty of sugar in it) to let him know that he can take it.]

[ He reaches for the teacup (with suppressed gratitude) and drinks it, silently. It's just sweet enough, just strong enough, hot but not scalding. Perfection - concocted by this intractably, obstinately useless person.

He sets the teacup back down in its saucer with an audible clunk. ]

Gilbert--

[ He feels a sudden sense of urgency; his time is short, he can feel it in his bones. He's exhausted. This is no ordinary cold; rather than something he can recover from, perhaps its the hastening of his inevitable end. ]

Have you ever thought about...

[ Ah, no. This is pointless. Gilbert can't help it. He reaches for his teacup again, sipping it silently, letting the question hang in the air. ]

[Their tempers have both calmed, but Gilbert is not ready to have this conversation with Break. Especially not when he's fevered and weak like this. It's too vivid of a reminder of how fragile the man has become in the last ten years, and though he'd survived death, a fever can take a person as easily as a sword through the chest can sometimes.]

According to you I don't think about much of anything.

[He reminds him, gently. Slumping against the edge of the couch, he sits down on the floor where he can easily reach the teacup in case Break needs him to take it.]

Perhaps that's for the best. It's overrated sometimes.

[ He takes another sip of tea. He can feel it warming him through. The urge to shiver isn't as great. ]

That thick-headedness of yours might be a good thing. Maybe you should stay like this. Just like this.

[His face is burning, and he's so glad that Break isn't able to see it. He dips his chin down lower despite his lack of sight, which is obvious from the suddenly-lower sound of his voice.]

Now I know for sure you're feverish. You're saying ridiculous things.

[ It's a gift, he thinks. No matter what anyone says to Gilbert, he won't understand. It's better this way, particularly with Jack here. He'd worried how to keep Jack from him, or how to soften the blow.

Better useless and unbroken. ]

Hmmm, ridiculous?

YOU'RE ONE TO TALK

[ Emily sweeps off his shoulder and attacks the top of Gilbert's head. ]

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Gah!

[His hands go up to protect his head and discretely fix whatever hair Emily has tousled out of place. He has enough hair issues Break, why you do this.]

Sick people should stay quiet and relax! Cut it out!

Dear dear, Emily. I think you've struck a nerve~♥

[ If only he knew what had really happened one hundred years ago, beyond his various theories and suspicions. If only he hadn't been such a fool, if only he hadn't played into that sewer rat's hands, then he'd have Cheshire's bell and-- ]

Ugh!

[ He drops the teacup and clutches at his chest, coughing hard. ]

[If there's still tea in the cup, Gil will just have to realize it and clean it up later, because as it is he can't see or hear past his ailing boss. He sits back up on his knees and looks on, helplessly.]

That sounds...

[Terrible, but Break doesn't need to hear it. He's already feeling it.]

Maybe I should take you to the infirmary.

[ He'd always assumed that Vincent had been hiding his own culpability, but just now it has occurred to him: that Vincent, who lives only for his brother, might have been protecting Gilbert all along.

What did Gilbert do? For a moment, he doesn't want to know. And this instant of sympathy, for Vincent's position, it is-- ]

I'm going to be sick!

[ --it's disgusting.

He stands, with some idea of getting away. But getting up so quickly makes him dizzy, and he staggers, clearly about to topple over. ]

N-not on the floor you're not!

[When he needs to, he can move pretty fast, and he does that now, sprinting upwards to grab for Break's arm to haul him upright and hurry him towards the bathroom. If he seems like he's shuffling his feet too slow for Gilbert's tastes, he has no qualms about picking him up and carrying him the rest of the way there.]

[ How humiliating! For all his threats of puking, for various reasons, he is not actually going to do it, not like this with Gilbert holding him up. ]

L-let go of me, you--

[ Except another round of coughing takes him, so violent he actually does throw up, a mess of blood and vomit -- which thanks to Gilbert's quick thinking, lands in the toilet bowl.

And the seat and the floor and the wall. He goes pale and clammy, hanging limply in Gilbert's arms. ]

Ngh...

[ Lights out! And guess who - as usual - is left with the mess. ]

[Ugh...why this. Why any of this. A mess to clean up and a filthy, passed out boss in his grip, this is officially the new worst day of Gilbert's life.

It'll be a night of cleaning up, angry mumbling and vigilant babysitting while Break sleeps.]

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