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the morning after
May. 25th, 2013 04:41 pm[The whole house smells like breakfast.
There's a somewhat impressive array of food on the tray on IV's bedside table -- biscuits, eggs, the promised steak, a cup of fruit and a very hopeful cinnamon bun. Michael himself is sitting on the side of the bed with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. The covers are pulled down, and he's passing the cloth down IV's chest.
(he thought he would clean him up, as a favor)
(although, of course, the plug is still in)
He's...accepted what happened, already. It's settled in his mind as a special ritual, something he can do for his poor brother to make them closer, make their love deeper.
He wonders when Thomas will wake up.]
There's a somewhat impressive array of food on the tray on IV's bedside table -- biscuits, eggs, the promised steak, a cup of fruit and a very hopeful cinnamon bun. Michael himself is sitting on the side of the bed with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. The covers are pulled down, and he's passing the cloth down IV's chest.
(he thought he would clean him up, as a favor)
(although, of course, the plug is still in)
He's...accepted what happened, already. It's settled in his mind as a special ritual, something he can do for his poor brother to make them closer, make their love deeper.
He wonders when Thomas will wake up.]
