Eion tagged along, picked up his tea, only to be caught like an animal and dragged. His breath wheezed out of him, and he managed a shocked hey as he tried to keep hold of the cup without spilling any of his tea. "What the ********," he cursed lightly. He freed up a hand to slap Ren's butt for his transgressions.

"Not a conversation I enjoyed having," Eion agreed indirectly, despite struggling to find a comfortable way to be carried like baggage (in which, he found in short order, there was no comfortable way). Ren's arm informed him of how sore he was from the coughing fits, however. By now, Ren understood that he was far better at nonverbal interaction, anyway. Better for clearing their heads, working out tension.

Even if there was much to do, he would spare the time. Ren was worth it. They both needed it. Being sick was exhausting, as much as being wary of a leak was exhausting, even if they were both different forms of exhausting.

And time with Ren was exhausting in the only manner that Eion enjoyed.

"If you feel bad for me," he added around a smattering of coughs, "Let me take the lead."

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