[CLOSED TO MAXXIE] Something's off

[youpullmine]

Brian stood in the kitchen of the bungalow and took a mouthful of his coffee. He had been up for about an hour now, and Maxxie hadn't followed. That was usually the scenario the nights Brian worked. Either the hyperactive pet rock was up before him, or got up with him when he eventually got to that point where going back to sleep was impossible.

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[because_irule]

"Fuck off!" Maxxie growled as he pulled the covers tighter around his body. Usually the blond was easy to get along with, but the moment he got sick, he just wanted the entire world to fuck off. Even Brian. Not that he was sick. No, no... He was just incredibly tired. And had this headache that made him want to chop his own head off.

He groaned as a wave of nausea built up inside him, suddenly pushing back the covers as he bolted past Brian and into the bathroom. Tough shit if Jane had been in there, Maxxie was vomiting regardless. He only just made it to the toilet, everything he'd half-eaten last night being purged. "Fuck it," he mumbled, slumping over the toilet as he rest his head on his arm. "I'm pregnant."

[youpullmine]

Brian frowned, and followed despite being told to fuck off. "Immaculate conception. Yes, that's got to be it," he said sarcastically. He sat on the side of the bath and pushed Maxxie's hair back so he could see his face. "How long have you been feeling sick?" he asked. Brian wasn't a total bastard all the time. He could care, when it suited him. Plus, he was a father. There was a father in him somewhere, at least there was when it came to his son.

[because_irule]

"S'night," Maxxie mumbled into his arm. His blue eyes cracked open to look at Brian, confusing mingling with the pain etched into his face. He was British, but even Maxxie hadn't been all that pale. Plus being stuck somewhere like Etre Libre meant he could get a tan. Now he was just white, and he moaned as used his other hand to clutch at his stomach. "I wasn't even up to my best. Just lay there and took it. I feel like a ten pound whore."

[youpullmine]

"Took what?" Brian turned the tap on in the bath behind him and wet the face cloth Jane had probably left there after her bath last night. He draped it across the back of Maxxie's neck and pressed down gently. He knew what it was like to feel like crap. Weeks and weeks of radiation for the cancer left him barfing like there was no tomorrow. It was horrible and he never wanted to repeat it. Of course, he didn't want to watch anyone else doing it, either, but he could hardly just saunter away and leave Tinkerbell to look after himself. He had some sort of sense of something there, he just wasn't going to admit to anything.