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[Not-quite-OOM, just prior: Physical therapy.]

"One more" turns into three more exercises by the time Gaeta departs the infirmary. Awful as he felt, it didn't feel right to leave off after so few; at least this way, he isn't wasting his or Dr. Tam's time with such a brief session.

Whether he'll be able to move from the couch he just collapsed on is another story. After requesting a glass of water from a waitrat, he gulps down three painkillers (the usual dose is two, but frak it, he hurts so much right now) before stretching along the couch's full length. Some minutes later, the same waitrat returns with a silver tray.

Gaeta eyes the tray's contents. "Um."

The rat chitters.

"Sorry for the language, but...what the frak is that?"

Squeak.

In lieu of pointing out that he doesn't speak rat, Gaeta just sighs, scoops up the small -- very colorful -- magazine, and opens it to take a look.

Apparently there's a tie-in comic book series for that famous squopera, Tentacles of Our Waves. Who knew.

[ooc: in and out for a bit, but back for good at 10 PM eastern!]

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"Oh Felix, of course he does."

"Yeah." That sounds a bit rueful. "I know. It's just..."

Louis didn't have an obligation to stay, and he did anyway.

"He loves you, Felix, this is how love works. You stay beside each other no matter what."

Gaeta nods, silent for a beat.

"Sometimes I just need the reminder." No less rueful.

"I know and I don't think he'll tire of telling you he loves. I won't either."

Gaeta's mouth relaxes into an almost unwilling smile.

Striving for lightness, and not quite making it, "Both of you are way too good to me."

She smiles and hugs him again, "No, we're not."

Gaeta huffs a soundless laugh. He tightens his arms around Demeter in kind.

"And if I try to argue that, you'll never let me win, will you." Gently teasing.

"No, because you're worthy of love, Felix."

His smile wobbles a little. Gaeta sighs, letting himself lean against her; letting himself relax, as best he can when he's still in so much pain.

"Thank you, Lady."

"You're welcome," She strokes his back and does what she can to provide him a little relief.

[ooc: possible fade spot?]

(OOC: It does. Thank you.)

[ooc: Thank you. That was lovely. <3]