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who: tom hanniger and james wilson
what: wilson is sick and tom is psychotic sweet
where: wilsons chamber of lonesome emo solitude. now with added tom.
when: all weekend

Wilson hadn't even changed out of his pajamas. He woke up at quarter past one, called in sick at PPTH and plopped back into his bed with a groan.

He'd been living with Tom for a few

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He hadn't really minded being taken back to James's apartment after he'd rested in the ICU from internal damages that had put him in the hospital in the first place. Never let it be said that Tom wasn't a fighter, that was for sure. But he did want it to...never be said that he wasn't exactly unaware of what was wrong with him. He knew. After he'd gotten away from his hometown he'd done all he could to make sure he stayed away from people, but Harry Warden was a dominant force in his life. A dominant personality that crushed Tom Hanniger whenever it felt like it. He knew what he was capable of and that was why he was sneaking off to the pharmacy when he needed to refill on the medications his doctors had given him.

He was trying. Trying to keep Harry at bay when he was around James. He didn't want to hurt the guy, especially after everything he'd done for him. He'd noticed...through the sneezes and the low sounded groaning he noticed that Wilson was sick. Tom had been up for a while but jobless only meant that he was more

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Wilson rolled over with his braided quilt still covering his chest. Unlike Tom he was only in a t-shirt and underwear. The summer heat was bothering him.

He couldn't help but smile and give a whisper of a laugh at how sweet he was. Nothing like his last roommate.

"Thank you," the tone was genuine. "You're definitely making it so I don't regret that you're staying here. You pull your own weight and you're not..."

Wilson paused.

"Actually, you're a joy to be around."

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Tom grinned a little at that, borderline bashfully. If Wilson only knew. Then maybe he wouldn't want to have him around as he settled down on the seat across from him and made himself comfortable. It was what he'd been doing all morning -- watching over him. Everything with Wilson was extremely fragile and extremely new. He didn't want to lose it. "Well, that's the first time that adjective has been used to describe me. But I'll take your word for it." He laughed a little, glancing over to Wilson before folding his arms behind his head.

"I'm not usually a guy people...like to have around."

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Wilson shrugged, "To each their own," before taking a long slurp of his soup.

"You really don't need to stay here though," he swallowed. "I'm sure Jersey could entertain you for a while, I'm just going to be dead weight."