Even feverish, he's still cold. When he's carried he curls up the warmth of Onyx's body ever slightly before gripping the comforter around him when he's put down on his bed. "Oh...Chuchi...grab m'phone..." he murmured. The Eevee, ever dutiful, hopped off the edge of the bed and retreated to grab the dead phone. [break][break]

Andres would laugh, glancing over at the Gardevoir. "Probably..." he said, turning his head towards the bathroom attached to his room and pointing. "I three up in there...Monday night. Toilet." He'd thought it was a mild case of food poisoning until the headaches came. And then the sniffling. "I may have neglected a flu shot...in the face of th' world ending." he added with a shrug. That sounded plausible. [break][break]

Chuchi deposits the phone at Onyx's feet while nosing a cable at the foot of the nightstand for him to put 2 and 2 together. She then scurries her way under the bed to retrieve and half drunk bottle of water.

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"Four?" Andres echoed in surprise, mouth wide in an incredulous smile as he looked at his friend. Damn, he really meant strong huh? "I- Oh- Yeah." Andres explained as he set his glass back down. "I was a part timer at the Lillycove City Battle Institute, but after last summer I became a regular on the staff." he explained almost sheepishly. "I was doing personal trainer things on the side too." he added with a shrug. "Sometimes we do mock battles in the park." he added before being brave and going, "You should come sometime."
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He nods at the server come back before realizing- oh- oh the shots were for the both of them? Shit. He knocks back the sweet drink, sipping the last orange black drop before moving the glass aside. This would be a first.
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"Good. Glad you're adjusting ok." he said. He had been worried. The loss of the ye had been...rough. Again, something Andres was incapable of helping with but tried all the same. The mention of stamina makes him raise his eyebrows. "That good a recovery huh? Even with the stiches in your back?" What the hell had this man been up to?

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Normally by now he'd he halfway to grinding Onyx into the couch cushions and biting him like a rabid animal, but when they have to contend with his back...there's clear hesitancy. Even so, it's obvious Andres is excited for whatever he could get. There was way more talking this time around, only because they had to juggle Onyx not bleeding out on the night of the apocalypse. [break][break]

He felt his heart thudding in his chest and the tingles zigzaging through his scalp. His eyes almost close, relaxing into the touch again. If he didn't pay attention, he'd lose himself in it. There's still things he wanted to do. Falling asleep with Onyx in his bed was the last thing on his mind. A perfect end to a perfect night. [break][break]

He pulls his shirt off, tossing it behind him. A second later he's kissing Onyx again, barely able to whisper, "I'm glad you're here." before he cuts himself off. He holds Onyx's cheeks for a moment smiling into it before his hands slide down again trying to help the poor man undress, pressing ever closer.

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"You better not." That's what Andres says, and yet he lets them take Onyx. Even as the poor bastard reaches out for him. But he can't do anything, he's just in the way. "I'm sorry-" he managed as he watched them carry him off. He looks down on the blood on his arm. The little towel is almost comical when you looked at the stains on his sweatshirt. "I-" [break][break]

Any semblance of put togetherness, of calm, crumbles as the orderly spoke to him. He follows her lead, tears blurring his vision and his breathing short and hard. He's trying not to panic again. "I- I don't know-" he managed as she said something about forms. He barely knew Onyx's last name how was he supposed to fill out his forms. [break][break]

He's not sure how long it has been. He cycles from sobbing, covering his face and trying to muddle his cries and keep the paper tear stain free, to quietly focused. His writing is neater than it should be, given how he shakes form the cold of the AC being pumped into the hospital. He gets up, hides in the bathroom a few times and dry heaves on the toilet. There's nothing he can do about the blood. He isn't about to leave the place just to change. He comes back out, sits, gets asks a couple of questions and then is left alone to cry all over again. [break][break]

Eventually he thinks he's settle4d down. Eventually, he ends up, head resting on the wall, eyes bloodshot and face sticky waiting for news, and update of any kind. He wished he could sleep. At some point he leaves to go outside and see it Amplexus and Ziadem are still aorund, ready to offer them Cheetos or some kind of snack.

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He heard Onyx laugh, and it's almost fuzzy. His head shifted to unplug his ears so he can track what Onyx is saying better. He's content to lay on the ground, nodding imperceptivity along. He's trying to be conscious. The only reason he was awake was the thirst that made it tough to swallow. "So you stay." he replied simply, slow to talk. [break][break]

He closed his eyes as he felt Onyx fix his hair. Part of his scalp tingled in response. "Oh.." He doesn't appreciated being called a name. That much is evident by the weak pout he gave his companion. Andres shuffled, ready to try to prop himself up to not be as heavy only to find that's not needed. "Oh-" he gasped weakly as he hung from Onyx's arms. He shouldn't be surprised. The guy has lifted him by the legs before. But it felt nice to be carried. [break][break]

He felt his head draining, a strange sickness headache. "Thanks...but...why are you here then?"

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"Well, you've tried the house special, just get whatever you ant after." Andres said, unable to keep himself from laughing at his companion. It was a party, sure, but he was fine with sipping on the same cocktail for a while. He'd get drunk if Onyx did though. He grins into his drink. Most would be offended that a person would reduce spending the night with someone a 'distraction'. Andres is just happy to be remembered. He liked that he'd had some type of effect on Onyx. Enough to warrant him taking him home and helping him into bed. [break][break]

"Uhh...catching up on lessons I guess. Trying to start up work again after an apocalypse break." IT sort of rolled into winter break, and then school would start end of of January again but... He hadn't cracked the study lessons open in months. [break][break]

He hadn't needed to. Kids weren't stupid. He'd spent most of the time trying to comfort his classes and deal with the stresses of obeying League directives. [break][break]

"You? Your body feeling any better?" The words are tinged with euphemism. And while Andres cast his eyes towards the club, there's an undeniable smirk as he picked up his glass.

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"I've got you-" is all he managed to get out before Onyx kissed him again. He makes it to the couch without incident, every other brain cell that wasn't occupied with screaming was set on the task. Like porcelain, he lowers Onyx to the couch careful of his back and his shoulders. His hands move under the man's thighs and he squeezes. [break][break]

He's missed him so, so much, he realized. He carefully unhooks Onyx's feet from behind his back when the man settles, and kneels down. He leans into Onyx's touch, opens his mouth to respond to their kiss. He's thought about this for a while now. Onyx was the same. There's no other reason why he'd be here, on the edge of hell, spending his last hours alive with andres buenaventura . [break][break]

Unless he liked Andres as much as Andres desperately liked Onyx. He breaks the kiss for air, his lips moving to Onyx's neck and up his jaw and towards his ear. One of his hands ghosts over Onyx's lost eye. "Hey- you're injuries-" his words are interrupted by soft pants as he tries to put the words together. It's hard to think in this sort of situation, but he's trying. If he's going to keep this man all to himself he has to take care of him. [break][break]

"W-Will you- will you be ok?" It's a roundabout way of asking for what he wants. A beat further, he rephrases it. "I can just go down if you need me too." he swallowed, shameless to the very end.

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Chuchi sniffs watching her only pokemon companions leave. She's seems a little miffed. Clearly, they'd helped their trainer set up a date and clearly Andres was ok with it. She wasn't. She didn't think she ever would be. After all, she'd never left that man's side. Ever since they'd met. She'd seem the effects of Onyx's actions. Even if Andres tried to forget or suppressed the memory, she wouldn't let Onyx forget. It's good he didn't try to pet her. He would've earned himself a bloody hand for his audacity. [break][break]

Even now, her eyes shine back each Minior passing, but something about how she stares is ominous. A threat only broken when Andres shifted and she turned to look at him. At the question her ears perk up. How rare of Onyx to ask about her. Her tail poofs up, and Andres groans. There it is. She bare her teeth, rolling over onto her back and then onto her feet and padding away. Her interest in tracking down one of the lost Miniors piqued. [break][break]

"She ate a bit of an Everstone when I was digging around fore a Fire Stone." he explained hands on his face as he remembered his horror. "Days and days of work wasted!" He said. The memory fresh despite it being over a decade ago. "Then while waiting for that to pass, the Fire Stone went missing." he said groaning. He looked at Onyx, half smiling. "She never evolved no matter how much she ate, or where we went, or what stones I showed her." Chuchi was just Chuchi. A normal type wit ha bone to pick with the world. "Picky runt." [break][break]

He lets out a laugh. Most would think Chuchi and Andres just weren't close. It'd explain why she hadn't become a Sylveon or Umbreon or even an Espeon. He didn't force the issue though. [break][break]

Andres nodded, not wanting to push too much on the subject of Onyx's eye. "I...I hope you're recovering well then." he said. It's good to see him again, truly. "Last we met you were still in a hospital bed." there's a bit of bitterness to his words but he does his best to hide it. "I'm ok. On...break due to the whole...METENO thing." he gestured vaguely with his hands to signify the whole uncertainty of the meteor that may or may not destroy Hoenn.

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Gods, please, please, please let it not be too late. He trusts Amplexus more than he trusts Ziadem. And he also trusts Ziadem won't let him die when he's currently the only human conscious enough to help her trainer. There's certainties in that at least. He feels Onyx moving in his arms but the movements are anything but difficult. [break][break]

In there, there's a lack of power and strength he knows Onyx had. Andres has taken the brunt of Onyx's strength. He knows his rival, his bully, his friend. He knows him. He knows him well enough to know that he is not ok. As if all the goddamn blood and wheezing wasn't enough of a fucking tell. [break][break]

Why? Why did he care at all about someone that made his childhood a living fucking misery? Why did he care if Onyx hurt? If he was Onyx's emergency contact? [break][break]

Did he think it was just out of convenience? Absolutely. And he'd had no problem with being used so fervently. It doesn't affect why he cares. He just does. He always has. A pathetic desire that he thought he crushed and killed years ago when he sat in that hospital bed, skull cracked and hopped up on enough morphine to down a Cuphant. [break][break]

"You're hurt, Onyx." he explained, word ever gentle as he tired not to fucking lose it, 7 stories above the ground. "You're hurt. A-and I-" He can feel Onyx trying to look at him and he only holds the idiot closer. "I'm scared for you." Wind whips past them as Onyx's pokemon take the wheel. The hospital isn't far, especially on a flying type. "T-The ER's to the right." he urged Ziadem, ready to slide off the large bird and book it for the doors.

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He wakes up late. A smidge hungover maybe. He swore he heard Onyx calling him, but maybe he had dreamed it. All of it. Every single part of it. The party, the skeeze club corner, Onyx. He almost wished he had. How would he face him now? But it's real. There's a small indent in the sheets and pillow next to him. Warm leeches out as soon as he sits up to check. [break][break]

Specks of glitter covers his arms and his hands. His body aches. He knew it was real when he felt parts of his neck and chest throbbing. That motherfucker had bitten him to leave a reminder. There's aspirin on the night table, a half drunk cup of alka seltzer. The lingering smell of sweat and cologne almost convinces him he's still here. His voice is weak, embarrassed almost. [break][break]

Andres should be used to this. He'd had tons of one night stands before. That's how this went. Gone by morning, or at the very least by the time he or his partner woke up. He's almost ok with it as he wandered into his living room and considered breakfast that wouldn't make him throw up. [break][break]

And then he sees it from his kitchen as he's zoning out. A hint of well worm denim, peaking out from the shadows under the couch. Andres pulls it out, gives it a shake. Vaguely, he gets an image of Onyx wearing it, of him putting it over his shoulders. It smells like him. Before he knows it he's pulled it up to his nose. [break][break]

He holds it like he's hugging him. Like he's still here, in bed, close and warm and tangled. "Shit." He's been awake for 20 minutes and he already missed him. There was nothing to miss. Nothing at all. Nothing- [break][break]

Nothing. [break][break]

He decides against breakfast. He goes back to bed. He curls up with Onyx's well worn, denim jacket. Now stolen. He buries his face in it, eyes closed, and tires to fall asleep remembering everything about the night before. Onyx's warm, his voice, his eyes. He needs 20 more minutes of that, not whatever confused, cold reality he's woken up to.

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Chuchi is very much awake when Onyx shows up. This is her domain, her home. Andres to her would forever be that same cry baby 10 year old that she'd bullied into eating all of his food. She'd seen first hand some of the shit Andres went through alone. He couldn't a fly, much less do anything to protect himself. She had to do it for him. She was his little guard dog, and proud. [break][break]

So when Onyx steps through the door he probably gets a first hand look at just exactly how vicious an overweight Eevee can look. It's not a lot. Which is fine. Being underestimated was always a good chance for a surprise attack. She hates Onyx, but she knows in some sick way, he doesn't hate Andres anymore. So she hops onto the couch, barking at him as he drops to Andres' side in a panic, following him as she tries to give tell him where the medicine and alcohol and hand towels are. He doesn't listen. She glares. [break][break]

She slowly turns to Amplexus, brought into this by desperation. His expression said everything she needed to. Andres for his part only now stirred ever slightly. He's half dressed. Like he had been going somewhere. His phone is clutched in his hand, though dead now. Bleary eyed, and weak he takes stock of what he can immediately see after unfurling. "Hey." it's barely above a whisper. He's staring at Amplexus' and Onyx's feet. His head is heavy and even so, he's more than motivated to look up at his visitors. "there's..." he began, trialing off as he lost the strength to even talk before letting out a violent cough. His throat suddenly itches, and he redirects himself to cough directly into his comforter, dragged off the mattress ages ago by one determined Eevee. "There's...um t-there's leftover in the fridge..."

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"Yeah...maybe let the ice melt a bit?" he suggested, as he snapped a photo of it anyway. The appearance would get muddied once he started stirring it. Still he toasts anyway, happy to be alive and happy to be here. Specifically with his date. Not date. Friend date. There it is. "It's good to mix things up. Routine can grind your mental health." he admitted, laughing for a moment before joining his friend in people watching.
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"Huh?! You call that fun?" he smiling incredulously. Halloween had been...good? Andres had certainly had a good time. But he remembered being really angry and then...yeah. "You have my number, you could just call me." Andres had a hard time not answering immediately when it came to Onyx. He'd tried not to be so fast about it but...he couldn't help it.
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"To be honest, haven't really had time to hit the clubs in a while. Maybe it'd be fun to visit you while you're working." No, he hadn't gotten bored with going out if it didn't involve a happy ending Onyx what do you MEAN?

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They had never discussed it before, and even now Andres felt reluctant to talk about...this. This growing, desperate need to stay with one bastard man in front of him. He's happy about it, pleased as punch to be chosen tonight, their possible very last night. Onyx could've gone anywhere, but he came here and that victory is more than enough to squash any doubts Andres would've had on a normal day. [break][break]

Tonight's not normal though. It's just it. And even if he believed the League, even if he trusted his government to not let them all die horribly, there's still a chance they fail. And that chance makes him nervous, horrified. But its easier to ignore when someone he cares about is there. Because he does care about Onyx even if he shouldn't after all these years. [break][break]

"Shit-" You fucking idiot, you absolute fucking moron. He's touched something raw and he moved his hands away. The most bloody, gruesome scene he's ever witnessed and he can still forget where Onyx's injuries still are. Fuck's sake. "Couch-" he began as Onyx lay head on him. [break][break]

His heart thumps, and he felt hot and light all at once. It spreads from his chest up his spine and into his ears. Tingles and goosebumps prick his body. Shit. Shit he's going to die tomorrow. Shit. [break][break]

"I think I do." What's the point in lying now? When all he wanted to do was hold him. Mostly. There's no time to cry about anything or bemoan timing or even wonder if it was just end of the world induced arousal. The need to procreate driving everybody insane as the end of their existence approached faster than planned or predicted. "Couch." he repeated, hands unashamedly under his injuries to hoist him by his ass.

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