Actually, no he’s not. . . Because Carl has scooped the boy up in his arms and is carrying him to bed.

He can feel how sticky and warm he is. Layne’s not doing anything but laying in bed today. “Don’t fight.” He urges while laying him down on the bed, placing the back of his hand against his forehead.

“You’re okay.” He practically coos, sitting on the edge of the bed. His fingers were raking through the boy’s hair as he watched him. “What feels bad? Or is the fever all that’s wrong?”

“Here, I got you.” He gets comfortable beside Layne before wrapping an arm around him, pulling him close. “You’re gonna be alright. You just need to rest. . . I won’t leave you.”

He frowned, gently petting his damp hair. Carl wouldn’t take an eye off Layne to begin with— when he was sick, it was worse. He was so afraid to lose him. He hummed to him quietly in hopes of helping him relax, perhaps even dozed off for a little.

he whispered a little goodnight to him, watching as he dozed off. though he was fairly nervous about layne being sick he had hope it would subside— layne was strong like that. his hand moved to rub soothing circles against his back.

He’s sharpening his knife out of boredom.

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Big sigh.

/ Spare interactions ( ? )

He’s alive.

“ True that, kiddo. “

“ . . . Spelling out the swear word is just as bad as saying it, Jude. “

“ What’s bullshiet? “

“ Well. . . That didn’t stop you before. You’re like a trucker. “ Tsk, tsk, tsk.

“ F. U. N. “

“ Who taught you that?”

Flicks whoever sees this.

long time no see.

it’s been awhile.