[ well. after that return, fidelio will be at the hospital, naturally, and he is not going to fucking leave for a good long while.
he does at least go stand outside the door to the room at some point, though — leaving it cracked open just enough to see in his peripheral vision if anything happens that he needs to run back in for. ]
taair is here - making a relative beeline away from wherever he was assisting jiaoqiu with one of the other four. spotting fidelio outside, he hurries over to him, a bag looped over his arm and rustling as he walks. ]
Fidelio...! How is he? Here, I brought - I have some water, and some extra painkillers, and a few snacks... I wasn't sure what else to bring.
[ just blinks for a second because this is A Lot to suddenly be processing when he was just gazing into the despair abyss out here five seconds ago. ]
Oh, that's... er, plenty, I think. Thanks.
[ he's not up to smiling right now, but he does appreciate it. it's kind of... not nice, exactly, but. it doesn't feel bad seeing people this willing to help basilio.
he looks back at the door. ]
Not great, obviously, but. Could be worse, so. There's that.
[ he's not going to die or anything, but fidelio is absolutely not saying that out loud on a thursday night and tempting fate. ]
[ taair peers over his head past him to look... he looks worried, and hearing at least that he could be worse makes his shoulders drop in relief. ]
There's that, indeed... I had hoped that it wouldn't come to pass again, this week. [ though even taair doesn't sound that hopeful about it - he bites his lower lip briefly, and then shakes his head. ]
If he's acting strangely on top of it all... it'll pass. It just may take a few days. [ his gaze lingers on basilio's sleeping form for a little while longer, and then returns back to fidelio, still frowning. ] I wish there was more I could do.
[ he has noticed it with basilio, but didn't realise it had been happening last week... maybe it was just overshadowed by what a mess everyone was on the outside, too. it is at least reassuring to know it's not something to worry about long term.
he'd glanced back to taair to ask that question, but averts his eyes back to the door again when he gets his own. ]
Yes - I kept it to myself, for the most part, last week...I didn't want to worry any of you further. But I had a hard time discerning what was real and what was the life I thought I was living prior, the marastruck illness aside.
[ it was a bad time chief. however when you're friendly it's not hard to act like you know everyone even when you're very confused at the sight of others.
taair watches his gaze as it darts back to his brother, and his heart warms at the sight - it's bittersweet, a little melancholic, but it's nice, in a way. he'd said so the other day, even - you're a very good big brother. ]
That is true. [ voice soft. ] But if he is resting, at this moment - as I imagine you are making sure that he is - I think it's alright for me to spare a bit of worry for you, too. Have you eaten?
[ ah. well, he certainly understands the impulse to keep quiet and push through things yourself.
...much too well, actually, to the point that it makes him feel a little embarrassed answering the next question while that's still hanging in the air. ]
[ oh, fidelio. he huffs - it brings a smile to taair's face, fond. ]
Neither have I. [ this doesn't surprise him at all. fidelio has such a big heart, doesn't he? ] How about this? You stay here, and I'll fetch something for us to split.
[ fidelio's always been too sharp not to pick up on it when someone is trying to make an offer more palatable by making it sound less like they're going out of their way to do it for him specifically. usually, he thinks it's annoying and manipulative and it just makes him even less inclined to accept.
but he can't imagine it being anything but sincerely well-intentioned coming from taair, so. ]
[ it is so, so sincerely well-intentioned - so sincerely offered. there's no palatability here so much as there is a shared moment of empathy. a shared chance to have a meal, to spend a little time together, to maybe help soothe some anxiety, be it with a settled stomach or settling company. it does him some good, too.
so he smiles and dips his head. ] I'll be right back.
[ and then skitters off!
it doesn't take too long for him to come back! maybe ten minutes or so, returning with a container from the kitchen - it's nothing fancy, just some crackers and cheese, but he smiles at fidelio as he brings it over. ]
Here. Are there chairs? We can sit just outside and keep the door open.
[ he'll bring over a pair of chairs (one at a time) and situate them so that he has a decent view of inside the room. and then he takes a seat, perching indelicately on one of the chairs with one foot up on the cushion. ]
[ perfect. he comes and settles down in one of the chairs, setting out the little snacks and taking a cracker to munch on - taair's gaze lingers on basilio's form through the door briefly, too, brows knit together. ]
...Was he able to tell you much about what happened?
...I thought as much, by his reaction. [ that big hug... oof. ] How good it is, that he was able to come back to see you alive and well - for as 'well' can be considering the circumstances.
[ it's not exactly good to be terrified by your bleeding sibling and all, but. well. he knows how it feels to see someone you thought died living and breathing in front of you the next day. ]
I get the feeling you two have never really been apart.
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he does at least go stand outside the door to the room at some point, though — leaving it cracked open just enough to see in his peripheral vision if anything happens that he needs to run back in for. ]
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taair is here - making a relative beeline away from wherever he was assisting jiaoqiu with one of the other four. spotting fidelio outside, he hurries over to him, a bag looped over his arm and rustling as he walks. ]
Fidelio...! How is he? Here, I brought - I have some water, and some extra painkillers, and a few snacks... I wasn't sure what else to bring.
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Oh, that's... er, plenty, I think. Thanks.
[ he's not up to smiling right now, but he does appreciate it. it's kind of... not nice, exactly, but. it doesn't feel bad seeing people this willing to help basilio.
he looks back at the door. ]
Not great, obviously, but. Could be worse, so. There's that.
[ he's not going to die or anything, but fidelio is absolutely not saying that out loud on a thursday night and tempting fate. ]
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There's that, indeed... I had hoped that it wouldn't come to pass again, this week. [ though even taair doesn't sound that hopeful about it - he bites his lower lip briefly, and then shakes his head. ]
If he's acting strangely on top of it all... it'll pass. It just may take a few days. [ his gaze lingers on basilio's sleeping form for a little while longer, and then returns back to fidelio, still frowning. ] I wish there was more I could do.
[ really missing that healing magic, today. ]
...And... how are you holding up?
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[ he has noticed it with basilio, but didn't realise it had been happening last week... maybe it was just overshadowed by what a mess everyone was on the outside, too. it is at least reassuring to know it's not something to worry about long term.
he'd glanced back to taair to ask that question, but averts his eyes back to the door again when he gets his own. ]
...I'm sound. 'S not about me anyway.
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[ it was a bad time chief. however when you're friendly it's not hard to act like you know everyone even when you're very confused at the sight of others.
taair watches his gaze as it darts back to his brother, and his heart warms at the sight - it's bittersweet, a little melancholic, but it's nice, in a way. he'd said so the other day, even - you're a very good big brother. ]
That is true. [ voice soft. ] But if he is resting, at this moment - as I imagine you are making sure that he is - I think it's alright for me to spare a bit of worry for you, too. Have you eaten?
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...much too well, actually, to the point that it makes him feel a little embarrassed answering the next question while that's still hanging in the air. ]
...Haven't really been hungry.
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Neither have I. [ this doesn't surprise him at all. fidelio has such a big heart, doesn't he? ] How about this? You stay here, and I'll fetch something for us to split.
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but he can't imagine it being anything but sincerely well-intentioned coming from taair, so. ]
If you want to... s'pose I could eat somethin'.
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so he smiles and dips his head. ] I'll be right back.
[ and then skitters off!
it doesn't take too long for him to come back! maybe ten minutes or so, returning with a container from the kitchen - it's nothing fancy, just some crackers and cheese, but he smiles at fidelio as he brings it over. ]
Here. Are there chairs? We can sit just outside and keep the door open.
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[ he'll bring over a pair of chairs (one at a time) and situate them so that he has a decent view of inside the room. and then he takes a seat, perching indelicately on one of the chairs with one foot up on the cushion. ]
Should be good, I think.
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...Was he able to tell you much about what happened?
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Some of it. Enough to know I was one of them scenery characters this time, at least.
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[ it's not exactly good to be terrified by your bleeding sibling and all, but. well. he knows how it feels to see someone you thought died living and breathing in front of you the next day. ]
I get the feeling you two have never really been apart.
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Well. Sort of.
[ ... ]
He's already been without me for a while before this.
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and then it just clicks, and his hand comes up to his mouth. ]
Oh, Fidelio...
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[ he doesn't feel like it should be a huge surprise; they just didn't die at the same time. ]
...Anyway. Figure that's where the reaction came from, more than anything. Watchin' somethin' like that a second time.