#gotthewrongguy

       ❝ what are you trying to SAY? ❞

          Sidoh was dying, of that he was certain; sniffly nose, coughs erupting from his lungs every few minutes that left his throat raw. His fever had spiked, leaving him disoriented and fatigued. Otherwise known as a cold. Whatever it was, it was going around and no one had died yet so doctor chancellor Griffin made sure to assured him he’d be FINE but he wasn’t so convinced.           One thing he did know, though, was that he didn’t want to be alone. He was needy when he got sick and that was what lead to his arms weaving around Leon almost vice tight and his face burrying itself into the boy’s shoulder.          “Don’t go.” It came out a pathetic, raspy whisper as Sidoh gripped at Leon’s clothes for dear life.

          He nodded slowly, looking around them. Smart. "You really believe that’s all it’d take to survive? Brains?” And it wasn’t condescending, it was curious. Looking for just a little more validation in Leon’s words. Like Sidoh would believe him if he’d just explain a little more.