[For future_fessah.]

[notsolegal]

[Clive's not feeling his best right now. He's got a fever, and ill!Clive apparently doesn't understand double beds and their purpose, because he's sprawled across the middle taking as much space as possible.]

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[future_fessah]

[Having a short while ago accepted that there was no place for him on the bed right now, Fessah makes do with watching from the side, concerning.]

Can I... get you some medicine, Clive?

[notsolegal]

Mmm. No, won't help. Already took some stuff earlier.

[He cracks one eye open.]

...c'mere?

[future_fessah]

Okay...

[Leans forward.]

[notsolegal]

...on the bed.

[You know, in that teeny tiny space right on the edge.]