Without the Sandman

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Who: Genesis recites_always  & Angeal madeofhonour 
Where: Violet City, hotel
When: Middle of the night
Summary: Genesis finally passes out due to his insomnia and Angeal's there to tell him what's what.
Rating: PG? Possible friend arguments / TBA.
Log:

Angeal stirred, a rather annoying light hitting his face as he rolled to the darker side of the bed, not thinking for the moment that it was Genesis’ side. A few moments passed before he sat up and went to apologize before noticing there was no one there. Now, he didn’t mind sharing a bed with Genesis; they were friends and there was nothing wrong with that, but he did mind thinking that he was taking up the bed and Genesis left because of it. After all, the couches were completely uncomfortable to be sleeping on for any length of time.

He grunted, getting out of bed and telling Xander he could stay in that padded chair the pup decided to make his bed as Angeal wandered out of the room and into the living area. It seemed he went unnoticed as he watched Genesis play with Aydan’s fur almost absentmindedly for a few moments before the redhead started to lean to and fro.

Jerking forward out of the door jam a little at the sight, Angeal started to worry more. “Gen—” he called but cut short when Genesis decided to take a nosedive off the couch, Aydan jumping out of his lap barking. “Genesis!” Angeal darted over as quickly as he could, skidding on his knees to catch his friend before he hit the floor.

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Genesis felt himself collide with something warm and fleshy, with cloth overlaid and a soft heartbeat filling his ears. "Mm..." He made a soft sound, but his tired mind was already shutting down. Barely three hours of sleep every night was not going to cut it anymore. And yet, that familiar anxiety built, making his breath quicken in his chest as he groaned pitifully.

He was so tired. But the degradation was going to hit again, right? It always started in his shoulder, where that scar was. Spreading to his chest, limbs, and joints. It was a wonder how he defeated Zack all those times.

Blearily, almost painfully, he peeled his eyes open. Aydan nuzzled him and he gently reached up to pet her fur again. Then, he finally noticed the warmth all around him and found himself looking up at Angeal with bloodshot eyes. He quickly lowered him but his head rested itself on Angeal's broad chest regardless. "Hello."

Oh. Right. He wasn't degrading anymore. God, damn it.

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Genesis sighed reluctantly and took a sip. The hint of leaves was still there, but the strong taste of coffee and toffee nearly masked most of it. It was good, though the leafy taste still threw him off. It was the reason why he generally avoided teas. But... it looked to be like he could possibly acquire this taste. "It's alright." He handed the mug back. It wasn't his after all.