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The door swung open from a kick. Dr. Fields wore a disgruntled expression as he made his way into his apartment with the drunk demon's arm over his shoulder. How was it that just a few bottles of vodka could get this stubborn boy drunk? Fields plodded towards the couch and gently laid Caesar on it, examining his face carefully. The drunk blush was at least there. "How are you feeling?" he asked, wondering if the demon could even interpret what he was saying in his state.

Dr. Fields watched Caesar then looked to the fridge. "Right. Give me und minute." he murmured and strode to the kitchen. After a few minutes of clanks and faucets turning on, he returned with a cold glass of water and an ice cube in his other hand. He helped Caesar sit up and placed the ice cube at the back of his neck, as he remembered being told to do. "Still vant to get drunk next time?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Don't force yourself to do anyzing if you don't vant to." Fields said in an almost scolding tone. He wasn't used to affection, but he didn't like the thought of Caesar doing something drastic and harmful to himself just to make him happy.
The doctor let out a sigh. This whole night was a wreck. If it had been just him and Caesar then maybe it would've been enjoyable, but that's just it, they weren't alone that night. He knew, of course, that there would be people occupying the pub, but he didn't think, of all people, he'd see that accursed woman, Kiyaka. Now she had expelled the demon because he favored him instead of that other teacher. Along that, he quit his job. Just the thought of working for her gave him a migraine. Besides, the school didn't even have a sufficient amount of staff. How it was still open was beyond him.

Pursing his lips, the doctor gripped Caesar's shoulder with his free hand and made him face him. "You can make me happy by staying safe." he insisted with a look on his face that was so tender that it was almost uncanny how someone as grumpy as him could have such an expression. "Ein vant you to be healthy und okay, Caesar. Ein only get angry because ein get vorried you vill get hurt und be taken avay from me.""

Fields smiled softly and leaned in, lightly kissing the demon's lips. "You are never un pain." he said softly to the younger-looking male. He rested his forehead against his and moved his hand from his shoulder to stroke the back of his head. "If you vere you vouldn't even be living here, vould you?"

Fields smirked and leaned away. "Now go to sleep. You vill need as much rest as possible for the morning." he warned with almost a cruel smile on his face. He rose from his seat, the ice cube in his hand having melted, and set a trash can besides the couch in case Caesar needed it.

"How can you not sleep in your room?" Fields asked with a raised eyebrow. He turned to face the demon and gave him a cautious stare, ready to catch him if he fell. He wanted Caesar to get some rest, but he didn't like the idea of him sleeping on the couch all the time. "Vhy don't you sleep in mein bed?" he offered.

The Nazi gave him a puzzled look. "Help into the bed or out of your clothes?" he asked. Nothing sexual, of course, he couldn't bring himself to try any of that with how vulnerable Caesar was. A pang of irony shot through the doctor right then. He was willing to have sex with the demon as soon as he woke up from a three day coma yet didn't want to harm him when he was drunk?