[so he's just gone.]

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(Meile's sitting on his and Near's bed, with a few bottles of unopened booze sitting next to him, a pack of cigarrettes on his stomach, and his goggles set firmly over his eyes. One of the cigarettes is stuck firmly in his mouth, lit, and blowing smoke rings. He stares at the ceiling, ignoring everything else. He can't need anyone right now.

He

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(He gets up, and moves to Mihael's bed, sitting next to him. He really doesn't respond much more than that.)

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I want ta.
I dunno if I will.

(He takes a drag of his own, willing himself to not cough.)

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(His will isn't strong enough, apparently; he coughs, violently, almost bending over double, the finished cigarette falling on the bed as he chokes.)

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S-sorreh-- *coughcough* I-- *coughhack*

(He wheezes, trying to get ahold of himself, and only after clutching the bedsheets and taking small breaths, is he able to breath. A large shudder rolls down his spine.)

Nghh... fuck, sorreh, Mihael, didn't mean ta-- ta jolt ya like tha'.

(He's a bit dizzy from the lack of air, but he's okay, for now. This coughing fit scared him, though. It'd been worse than ever, and he's a little freaked, and more than a little stressed.)

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Mihael, 'm fine, trust meh.
Lay down, please, yer hurt--

(He gives Mihael somewhat of an unconvincing smile, and pushes Mihael down onto the bed again. He lays down next to him, and takes a shuddery breath. He's trying to stifle all the emotions from earlier, but the coughing fit had scared the shit out of him, and he's close to tears again.)

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Sorreh. Sorreh.

(Meile really can't help it, because he's upset that Near doesn't want to live with them, and he's scared out of his mind that he can't always breathe properly, and there's just too much stress. And without meaning to, he lets out a small sob, then tries to stifle himself.)

Sunnuva...

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(He's hesitant, because he doesn't want to hurt Mihael, but he needs the comfort, badly. So he does, gingerly, trembling. He sobs again, clutching Mihael's shirt.)

'm scared, I dun't wanna die, Mihael, I dun't... I can't--