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//sLAMS HANDS DOWN
WILLIAM AND ALBERT(on covertsworn) ARE GETTING MODERN VERSES.
Yes. Yes you scared the shit out of me.
"A-Ah--" He rubbed the back of his head some more, awkwardly shuffling as his cheeks burned. There would be no hiding that from William. Lying to this man was just something he could not do--
"It's fine, now that I know for the future, it won't...freak me out so much..." He gave a little awkward smile, but he still sort of looked like a wreck. "Billy came in like right after it happened and convinced me not to take you to the hospital...something about you probably having narcolepsy? He's making food."
"Narcolepsy...I suppose that would be an apt description for it, though I doubt that's it. At least...I highly doubt it."
From what little he'd read on the subject, the symptoms didn't match up quite as well. After a brief silence, he reached over with both hands and grabbed one of Sherlock's.
"I'll try my best to warn you in the future. Sometimes it does sneak up on me if I'm not paying attention."
Yato: lmao literally showing your age by knowing that Numa Numa song, dawg.
[Unprompted]
Still dancing
"You think I care~? I'm older than every currently living person, age doesn't mean a thing right now!"
*CRASHES DOOR DOWN*
"WHO'S PLAYING THAT NUMA NUMA SONG??"

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Lelouch, model verse: There were a few photographers from BMZ, the tabloid that reports on breaking news on celebrities, were lurking near where a tip came on where they spotted Lelouch Lamperouge. They hovered near the Cafe he frequented, waiting damn near all day until he was about to walk into the building, they rushed over to him, cameras snapping photos and one had a microphone in hand.
"Lelouch! Is it true you're seeing a fellow high school student?" One asked.
"What do you do for dates with your partner?" another asked.
[Unprompted Journalists]
--Oh, they learned this habit. He probably couldn't come back here for awhile, then...unfortunately.
"I'm not answering any questions right now. No impromptu interviews...I thought I made that clear in my previous officially scheduled interview."
He had been seated in the windowsill while he waited and resisting every urge he had to stress smoke. His knee was bobbing in anxious manner and he'd been looking down at the street below when William suddenly sat up.
Hopefully William didn't notice how hard he /jumped/.
"Hey, you're okay!" He managed a little smile before letting out a heavy breath and reaching up to rub the back of his neck. But--
"...Again? Does this happen a lot? You just...I thought--" The smell of good food was nice and filling up the apartment. At least Billy knew how to cook it seemed--
He didn't word that the way he wanted to. His hands smoothed over the blanket that covered his legs. "In a sense...yes..." he began, a little carefully.
"If I expend too much mental energy, I need to rest to recover. Sometimes that results in me just...passing out. I didn't scare you, did I?"
"Narcolepsy...?" Billy didn't quite know what he had just set in motion, but he had just given Sherlock something to research until he himself fell over and passed out from exhaustion. When he wasn't working at least.
He was torn between wanting to not disturb William's sleep--if that what it was--and wanting to hunker down in here and watch him carefully in case anything happened--
'"..." He rubbed the back of his head. "...Can you...get some books on it?" He turned and asked, trying to pretend he wasn't embarrassed at everything Billy had just witnessed. He knew begging him not to tell Liam was a useless venture.
"Hm? Yeah, sure. I'll nab 'em where I can find 'em," Billy offered Sherlock a smile. A soft one. He'd recognized the moment the man had woken up just how far he was willing to go to protect William.
"Hey, mind if I use your kitchen? I'll make a little somethin' for him to eat when he's up." He didn't even wait for an answer as he left the room.
The room was then hushed. Silent. Minutes ticked by, until--
"...Mmn..."
William began to stir.
His eyes opened and then slowly attempted to push himself up into a sitting position. "Ah...I'm in bed..." he murmured his observation, then his gaze moved over to Sherlock. "Mm...it happened again..."
Billy's voice nearly made him drop the glass of water he had just finished pouring. His nerves were clearly beyond the point of fried. "Thanks," trying to pretend he hadn't just nearly made a fool of himself, he went over to peek into the room.
"...You...really think he's just sleeping...?" He asked weakly, eyes zeroed in on the man in the bed. He would wake up later. This wasn't going to end up with William back into a coma. It wasn't.
He hoped.
Realizing his fingers were shaking, he handed the water to Billy.
"It really was so sudden. We were just talking and then he just--" Good God.
"...He just up an' passed out?" Billy blinked as he accepted the water, then looked at the sleeping William again. He was still breathing fine, no signs of stress...
"Hmm...Y'think he's got that uh...what was it called? Narcolepsy? I think that was it." He didn't have any experience with that though, so he didn't know what a person suffering with it would look like. He didn't know the symptoms.
He set the glass next to the envelope, so it was nearer to William now.

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It was probably better for William's sake that Billy had shown up. Sherlock swallowed thickly, fingers shaking as he raised a hand to run through his own hair.
His heart still felt like it was in his throat. How was he supposed to explain that he wasn't used to this--to caring enough about someone that the thought of losing them sent him into such a state of distress? He had barely gotten to that point with John before he'd leapt off the bridge after William, and--
"....Okay." Water. Water, he could do that without messing that up right? He could. He absolutely could.
Heading to the kitchen, he rubbed between his temples as he felt a lightheadedness coming on from feeling so much as once. A basic glass of water was all he could offer right now. He didn't want to tell William that he'd spent most of the money he had built up right before William was released from the hospital just to get a bed comfortable enough for William to sleep in. Sherlock didn't really need it, but he wasn't going to make William sleep on something awful. Or be damned if it was the floor.
Billy was careful while he got William settled in bed, tucked under the covers. A soft smile came to his face as he looked over his friend's sleeping features. "Mr. Ponytail cares a lot for ya...I can see why..."
He hummed quietly, looking over at the envelop he'd had to set down nearby. That could wait. It wasn't extremely important.
He then went over to the door and peeked out. "Mr. Ponytail!" He spoke just loud enough for Sherlock to maybe hear. "He's in bed now!"
He at least had some sense to try to keep his voice down--while the walls in the building weren't paper thin, he knew raising his voice would definitely be heard by their neighbors and considering they were going by fake names here--he knew he needed to be careful.
But all other sense seemed to have gone out the damn window.
"Just sleeping? Billy, he was mid sentence! We were talking and then he just--" His heart was in his throat, and honestly it was a pretty interesting sight for anyone who knew anything about Sherlock Holmes. He wasn't one to panic. Especially not like this.
The bed. Right. Needed to get him to the bed--
"We should take him back to the--people don't just--" And his body was still weak and they were still getting weight back on him and what if it was his cooking that was so bad to apparently poison William and what if--
"Cool your head," Billy waved his hand with a sigh, checking over William's vitals. He wasn't a doctor, but he at least knew that much. "His pulse is normal and breathin's fine. He really might just be sleepin'."
He looked up at Sherlock, then shook his head as he decided to put William in the bed by himself.
"How 'bout we wait a tad? Wanna get him some water, in case he wakes?"
"Not that long, no--" And even if he had been, he wouldn't have minded. Part of him had been tempted to crawl into bed next to him, but he had chosen to do some of his work over here today and he couldn't well do that while asleep, could he?
He grinned at the kiss, but then let out a soft laugh.
"As if I could ever forget. You scared the hell out of me, you know?" Of course, he hadn't been aware of that particular quirk of William's before they moved in together in America--and because he hadn't been warned, well--
It was hard to forget. Perhaps it had been a little amusing, and maybe a little bit of a relief...
The door opened as a light rapping against wood with knuckles was heard--Billy stood in the doorway, an envelope tucked under one arm. About to greet the two, he stopped and tilted his head slightly.
Sherlock seemed to be beside himself, anxious, worried.
"What's goin' on? He's just sleepin' ain't he?" Billy walked over to where the blond man was passed out. Didn't really make it to the bed, did he? "Need help gettin' him in bed?"
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"--Sherly," William entered the room, tea in hand for the both of them. "Master Jack told me you'd arrived while I was resting...I hope you weren't waiting long?"
He handed him a cup, already filled for him, and placed a kiss to his cheek.
"It's also good to see that you still learned to occupy yourself while I'm out," he let out a soft little laugh, "I recall the first time you were subjected to one of those spells...do you?"
Pretty imagery for you-know-who.

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I really wanted to be more active tonight, but I didn't have any brain power. I'm sorry. :c
Bringing this one back because ahhhh...;u;