“Well I’ll leave the door open a bit so he can leave when he wants. Hardly have a problem with a bird seeing me in the raw.” Daniel shrugged, opening the door more and shooing Simon away from the door. “Unless you want to watch.” He joked with a laugh, going back to the bathroom and indeed leaving the door a little cracked.
“Door is open.” Another laugh from inside as Daniel began to undress. He glanced up at the troublesome bird for any sign of it just flying out.
The joke didn’t go over to well, the Sniper forcing a laugh though flushing terribly so. There was the issue of where to sit, if he were sit in the furthest chair he could perhaps - no, didn’t even know why he considered that, it would be beyond the pale at that. To cut out any kind of want to see whatever he could, he picked up the nearest book and settled himself down on the bed, facing away from the door.
“Hopefully he won’t bug you too much.” He called through, cracking open the spine of the book and trying to remember where he’d left off.
“He seems to be fine.” Daniel replied, stepping out of the pants and pushing off the suit. He paused in front of the mirror, looking at the frail body depicted with some distaste. All ugly scars and bones- he could even still see his ribs all to well. There was some weight being gained though, which was good. Having to tear himself away from the mirror he decided on a bath as well, filling the tub with all manner of scents.
Not the ones he particularly like but the ones most used by the man outside. He almost felt bad for it.
Absentmindedly the Sniper let himself nuzzle once more before turning his head slightly and letting his lips brush gently across. Just a simple touch and nothing more, but he already regretted doing it, the line he’d drawn at the start was a bloody dot in the distance at this point. But it was fine to let himself have this little moment, let everything turn back to normality later when he was back up and running. He almost hated his preposterously uptight side then, but he knew it wouldn’t last long.
Daniel did nothing to stop the touching, even after feel of soft lips against his skin. He had to resist the urge to shudder- only letting his fingers trail down Simon’s back for a brief moment. Only a ghost of a touch, but a return.
Almost felt like that endless chase. Trying to reach a high that would never come. It was disheartening, but Daniel was already fully use to it. Encouraging him to continue those little returns.
“You’ll have to wait it out then.” Daniel said softly, knowing respawning would just send him through another torrent of pain. Carefully Simon’s head was lifted, and placed onto Daniel’s lap. It did not make much of a pillow, but was somewhat better than the floor.
“Could get the Medic.. he should have something other than just pills, if you are not shy of needles…”
The Brit attempted inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, but just how it was when crying his throat contracted and relaxed in terrible motions making it a chore to even breath. He tried to force out a word but could only shake his head again - needles weren’t the problem, he just didn’t want any more people to see him in such a state. He could barely open his eyes for Christ’s sake.
“You’re too stubborn..” Daniel mumbled softly, trailing his long fingers through the other’s short hair slowly. “We will need to get you back to the room… don’t want to just leave you here for someone else to stumble upon. I know my way around needles well enough- should be able to do it myself…” He mumbled it, looking at Simon with this immense sadness. Not only for the pain the other was in. No..
What if this scared him away? If he left because of the first day’s pain?
Cut forward to hours later to a shuddering wreck just a heap on the respawn floor, waves of continuous nausea hitting again and again but to no avail, the dry heaving pointless and pitiful. The vest had been discarded - the battle had finished an hour ago, after all, but the Brit couldn’t bring himself to move aside from that. Everything hurt, searing and agonizing pains running all through his body to the point he couldn’t even bring himself to make a noise. Breathing became like a vice on his throat, choking him.
He was so ashamed of himself, of what he must have looked like.
Eventually Daniel went in search of the mentalist, worried after not seeing the man for the majority of the day and after battle. Of course respawn was the first place he checked, and really was not surprising that the man was curled up like that.
Of course, that did not stop Daniel from freaking out a bit.
“Simon-” He approached the other, kneeling close but not moving him. Knowing the pain that was being experienced. “I.. god, I was hoping it wasn’t going to be this bad for you. I’m sorry, I should have..” with a sigh he reached out to brush a palm against the other’s sweaty forehead, the only comfort he could give right at that moment.
At least resupply was close. He grabbed some pain pills, shaking several onto a palm. “You will need to swallow them dry…” he mumbled, sitting close again.