Through the motions
Swiss had finally left for the day. Well, that made him sound like he was eager to get rid of him; he wasn't, but he had been feeling a swirling pit of nausea for the last few hours that had culminated in that uncomfortable mouth flooding sensation. That feeling where you know you are going to throw up, but you can't tell when, all you do know is that there is an ungodly amount of saliva flooding your mouth. He had been swallowing it back every few minutes while waiting patiently for him to leave. It was a no-brainer that that sight would ruin the vibes of their hangout, especially if he put the pieces together of why he was feeling sick.
Since he was told everything, from the saga of his home life and crime ring to being used as a death sentence for nearly 600 years, and the…

“I will don’t worry~” he hummed, fucking with the blanket slightly so that it wasn’t as tight around his hips and legs. He liked it usually colder when he slept, which was hard to have when he was sleeping next to the fire ghoul. So he would settle with having room to move his legs and eventually hips once he was free. Hopefully there would be no stray bleeding tonight, though that was usually a rare occurance to wake up without random blood on his pillows. As a final measure before getting fully comfy amongst the pillows, he reached up and checked his stiches, each one in it’s place the skin mostly closed it atleast held together as it had been for the last year. Resting his hand back on Tabs, he took a deep breath and let his mind wander till he either fell asleep or another comment came his way.