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[stilljustandrew]

[From here.]

It's been days, maybe weeks, since he's been home. Except of course on the other side of the door it hasn't been any time at all.

The sight of the familiar shared bedroom still aches, though; not for what it is but because it isn't that deserted roadside in Wyoming.

He follows Jonathan silently.

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[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan's leading him like a child, intent on nothing but taking care of him right now. He makes for Andrew's bed, sits him down and sits beside him - and waits for his friend to say something.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew slumps, head bowed, arms wrapped around himself. The shivering isn't going away.

"'S spell backlash," he mumbles finally.

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan wraps his arms around the taller man as well, trying to keep him warm, and mutters a few words to start channeling his own energy into Andrew. It might help, a little.

"What spell?" he asks gently.

[stilljustandrew]

He shakes his head mutely, eyes closing again.