'The house is a mess, ack! Why is he here now?! Weren't you supposed to be acting like the perfectly average guy?'
Myles set his backpack down, then walked over to Blake.
"Lie down."
For a second, it was like Blake forgot about the dizziness but, of course, his brain caught up again, and he practically dropped onto the bed.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at school…?"
Unzipping it open, Myles pulled out some… groceries.
"Hey, what's with all that? I can't accept—"
"Did you throw up?"
Blake raised an eyebrow, covering his face for a moment.
'Um… how does he know that? Do I smell like vomit or something?'
Then he felt the blanket being gently pulled down.
"Then rest for a bit. You'll have to eat later."
Myles walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and a bottle of water, and set them on the bedside table.
"Still, you'll need to drink a lot."
It wasn't bad, being taken care of like this so gently, but… it definitely made him feel a little guilty.
