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[Okay, cold shoulder. He can deal with that.

It's not like he doesn't get why.

Besides, he can make do on his own.

Tim pays the absence of reply no mind- he never got one before he faced off against Shiva, either.]

[Days later-]

I have coffee if you'll tell me where you've moved to. [Sure. So he set out and wanted to find that house of hers and Lokis that he never quite made it to, when the zombie thing was happening. So sue him.]

[Fucking Steph. His hands are hurting, light makes him nauseous. He wasn't liking this game any more.]

I need advice.

[If that didn't bring her running, nothing would.]

[No, he wouldn't spam her phone any longer. Part of him wants to send a SORRY but why send it with nobody reading? He's pretty sure his head's going to implode, or that he'll literally cough up a lung any minute.

Fucking Steph.

He thinks he understands the quiet now, and he can't even make it to the church to make sure.]

if you don't answer me in the next thirty minutes i'll be in the graveyard every hour on the hour for the next two weeks andyou dont want to be seen with that creepy guy who stares at graves all day.

you're late.

[ Given the time stamp, his message came in a few hours before she came back. She's not sure why he didn't make it, and it worries her, but not nearly so much as the series of messages he left on her phone does. ]

are you ok?

welcome back.

[For the next hour, that's all that goes to her phone. Death happened. It happened often. It wasn't permanent.

He's almost glad there's no funerals.]

think i'm sig.

[To play a joke because every movement, and now thought, burned him.]

[ Steph really hates death. More than she used to, and she was never find of it to begin with. She even hates the overwhelming relief of waking up and realizing you're still alive. Or rather, alive again. Whatever. ]

please tell me there isn't another quarantine seriously i can't do that crap again i will turn around and go back to the morgue

not that i've noticed
better ask d or a to be sure

[As useless as his body feels, he can't stand sight of that uncapitalized 'i' and vows that from this moment on, he'll take the effort to use the shift key.

Jesus Christ, it's so much work.]

i havne't been out. was probably lying about the gravewatching too.

[ It's worse than she thought. ]

can you stay on a motorcycle or do I need to tie you down? i'm coming to get you.

never said it wasn't contagious

[Chikungunya wasn't, though.]

techs gave some people new parts. wake up with any?

[ Give her a minute or two. ]

none that i can see. i don't care if it's contagious, it's dangerous to be sick and alone around here.

[Isn't it funny- despite that he's been aching all week, Tim hasn't realized he's been messed with, too. The first day there was an itch- dismissed as a bug bite. No one on the network had brought it up yet so there was the possibility it was just a him thing. There was lazy stitching, but wasn't that just old scars messed with for the sake of it?

Not having his spleen meant some inclination to vulnerability to infection, Tim admitted to that.

But what kind of Technician gets their sick kicks from renegade spleens of all things? It didn't add up. It didn't.

His whole body hurts and if Steph hadn't just died he might just say he wished he'd be dead.]

that's what phones are for.

phones can't make you soup.

[ It should probably be stranger for her to be offering to take care of him, but, well. She loves him. She won't deny that. Of course she wants to take care of him when he's sick. That's just what people do. ]

i have soup.

[Liar.]

i have a working refrigerator.

h8 [Fine. You win. He'll be normal.]

[Speaking of phones, he probably should, in case he did end up kicking the bucket-]

sorry i'm a jerk.

[ ...Well that was unexpected. ]

i'm sorry i made you worry

[ She can't tell if this is a short term or a long term apology. ]

[One bad decision leads to another and]

4th office in the rec center if you're coming over. i still have coffee.

i'll be there in a few. think about coming and staying with me for a while. we have room and i promise loki won't try to kill you in your sleep.

[Half dead as he is, squinting against the bright light of the tiny cell phone screen, Tim knows he's not far gone enough. It's consolation.]

No.

[Now he'll just curl up and keep from screaming.]

[ Well, he might reconsider. In the mean time she's getting some basic sick stuff ready and heading out on her rad purple motorcycle. Her backpack is badly overstuffed when she knocks on his door at last. ]

[If she thinks he's going to get the door, she's got another thing coming.]

everythings open but watch out for barricades
turn downt he 2nd hall past bball court

[The Rec Center is a funny little maze. Not impossible to navigate if anyone ever stepped into a Boys and Girls Club in any point of their life, with some more rooms, some more emergency exits, and hell of a lot more mess.

Some of it intentional. Enjoy.]

[ Well, it is what it is. And Steph has spent a lot of time in rec centers and a lot of time in Tim's man-cave, so it's not too hard for her to navigate. Finally she reaches his newest man-cave and sticks her head in. ]

See, this is why I worry about you being sick.

[ When was the last time he left this room? ]

[Man-cave, seriously?

He's got no blankets, possibly more to Steph's displeasure, just a nest of wide shirts piled over a mattress he'd managed to fit in a corner of the room. There's a trashcan in the opposite corner- want to guess what's sitting in it? And for his part, it couldn't be more obvious that he was feverish. At the least. Tim sits up and seems like he might pass for being hungover.]

Alfred's just a call away, so's everybody else. I'm not... dying, I think.

[A beat. Should he stand? Ha ha good try, no.] It's been about a week. No cough or anything, just a fever and a rash. There's joint pain. That's grown. That just really hurts now.

It was mosquito, Steph. I was bitten by a mosquito.

I'm a goner when the flu hits.

[Considering Steph only just rejoined the living, he should probably can the whining.] Did you pack an entire lab in your backpack or what?

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