[In the end, he couldn't sleep after all. He tried, oh man he tried, but he can't quite defeat the heat or coughing yet. At least his coughs have mostly subsided.
Nevertheless, left staring at the ceiling, he turns his head to look at Makoto.
He's lost his voice completely, and it's all he can do to reach his hand out so that he can curl his finger around a longer strand of hair settling on the bed. But he manages, trying to whisper her name. The low whistling sound coming out of his throat is what her name sounds like when he can't talk. Frowning, he wonders why it still hurts when it's only air passing through.
It's good that he didn't really want to talk though. He just wanted to make sure she was still there beside him.]
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Nevertheless, left staring at the ceiling, he turns his head to look at Makoto.
He's lost his voice completely, and it's all he can do to reach his hand out so that he can curl his finger around a longer strand of hair settling on the bed. But he manages, trying to whisper her name. The low whistling sound coming out of his throat is what her name sounds like when he can't talk. Frowning, he wonders why it still hurts when it's only air passing through.
It's good that he didn't really want to talk though. He just wanted to make sure she was still there beside him.]