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[ingreatdeeds]

[ If one decided to go to see CSA, they'd find...what seems to be an extremely tired Confederate. He’s just sprawled on the bed he shares with CW!Texas, eyes closed as if it was too troublesome keeping them open, it seems like merely breathing is taking all of his energy. CSA’s shirt is halfway unbuttoned and revealing a burn scar over his heart

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[istandwithmine]

[Texas hovers at CSA's side, more or less convinced his Nation is somehow dying. Or close it. Maybe something mimicking it, if not the real thing.

The last thing he wants to do is ask something and make CSA speak. So, that leaves the state to take some initiative. The only things he can think that could help that are in the cabin is whiskey and water. So, he fetches a bottle and a glass full, and sets them on a bedside table and resumes hovering.]

[ingreatdeeds]

[ If Texas voiced it, CSA would have pointed out the same thing happened last year in Hammerspace, and it's still not as bad as the year before when he had been in his own world. Or that he's died before over the course of the war.

...okay, so maybe he shouldn't mention that last one, since with his government dissolved he doesn't know if he'd just come back again or not.

Moving on.

A cough keeps him from immediately reaching for the drinks, but when it subsides he sits up slightly, reaching for the water since he figures it'd be easier on his throat. ]

[istandwithmine]

[Texas would be glad for his ignorance, if he were aware of it.

Seeing CSA go for the water is a little reassuring. The nation can still move under his own power and he doesn't seem to be delirious. He's still reluctant to speak for fear of a reply's consequence, so he watches carefully.]

also I need to head to bed, goodnight!

[ingreatdeeds]

[ You know Texas, that careful watching is starting to make CSA feel self-concious. He already hates feeling so weak, let alone being unable to hide said weakness. Perhaps it's thanks to the fact he often tells himself he has to be strong, he has to be in control, that he feels like a bundle of nerves now.

It's why he adverts his gaze from the state, besides occasionally sneaking glances up at him as he sets the glass of water down. ]

Night! Sorry I wasn't around much today.

[istandwithmine]

[Texas doesn't really notice he was staring until CSA averts his gaze. He glances away as well, beginning to feel nervous and useless.]

Sorry.

No worries <3

[ingreatdeeds]

[ CSA sighs softly, one hand reaching out towards Texas as if to bring him near. ]

<3

[istandwithmine]

[Texas obediently shifts closer at the gesture, unsure of what CSA wants but he'll be damned if he doesn't want to give it to him.]

<3!

[ingreatdeeds]

[ CSA gently pulls Texas' closer, nuzzling against him a bit. His voice is quiet and a bit raspy when he speaks, which is really part of the reason he wanted Texas closer. So he could speak quieter without having to worry if Texas heard him or not. ]

Just give me a day or two, I'll be fine. Don' worry, dear.

[ Yes, he's using a little petname to try to furthur reassure Texas. ]

[istandwithmine]

[The state tries to settle next to CSA as unobtrusively as possible. Texas isn't sure if he wants to let himself be reassured or not. He's fairly certain CSA would say something like that no matter how bad off he was.]

Are ya sick?

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Since Texas settled next to him, the nation leans against the other a bit. He's quiet a moment, as if thinking over it. ]

Somethang li'e that...

[istandwithmine]

[That's familiar at least. Comforting.]

D'ya need me to find ya medicine?

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Instead of verbally responding, he shakes his head a bit. ]

[istandwithmine]

...Just need water an' whiskey?

[ingreatdeeds]

I can't really think of anythang that'd help much...

[ He probably just drank enough to pass out last year knowing him. ]

[istandwithmine]

...N-nothin' at all?

[ingreatdeeds]

Nothin' I know of...