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"Massster..." this came from a disembodied head floating in front of Raistlin's desk. The archmagus didn't look up immediately, busy scratching writing onto a piece of flattened parchment, the quill in his thin golden fingers practically vibrating with the speed of his notes.

Genessia was a land of fascinating marvels. He'd be sure not to forget a single one.

"Masssster pleasssse," the head tried a second time.

Finally, Raistlin glanced up, impatient at the interruption. "What?"

"Therrrre is an intruderrr in the Grrove."

That. That was interesting, and Raistlin's hand finally stilled. "In the Grove, you say?"

"Yesssss. The defenderrrssss have not been able to kill it..."

Extremely interesting. Something from Genessia, no doubt, nothing else would make sense. The blackrobe dabbed the last of the ink off the feather quill onto a pad and set the instrument aside, and then took the time to carefully close up the inkwell. This could take a while.

And so it was that whatever this stranger was doing, he suddenly wasn't the only living creature in the dark, ancient grove. Raistlin lurked in the deepest shadows, silently watching.

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He'd be back and ready with more tea in no time, setting it next to the bed within reach.

"Because you send me a fucking weird garbage text, dude. I don't know you that well, but I do know that 'hj ykyuh hjjjy j comma kjh' seems a bit out of character for you.

I waited a second for some unspeakable, evil outer god to pop out of the fridge first just to make sure though."

Another coughing fit, but not as bad as the others he'd had so far today. Progress!

Raistlin wiped the blood from his lips onto the back of his hand, and then reached for the refilled cup. The long drink he took from it mostly ended up going down his throat, though drinking on one's side in bed while too weak to elbow up, wasn't a neat and clean ordeal.

"Ah. Perhaps when I... tried to catch myself."

Although when he went to put the cup back down again, hand shaking from the strain, he noticed the dagger glinting from the inside of his forearm.

And for some reason, that was rather funny.

Cue a tiny, exhausted laugh, that Raistlin tried very hard not to choke on.

Fuck.

He'd ask if he needed help but... well. If Raistlin needed help, he'd ask for help, was what he was quickly learning. It was fine, there was plenty of water, and plenty of tea, he was sure. The bed would smell like... well, like an herbalists armpit, but eventually he'd get enough in him.

"Well, glad I listened to it." Not going to suggest that Raistlin wouldn't have been able to reach his room on his own, because that was breaking the bro code there.

Bro code number one: Bro's never need your help, they can help themselves, even if you actually helped.

"What?" He heard the laugh, after all.

Of course, when you asked someone what they were laughing at, that would only make it funnier to them. Fuck. He didn't have the lung capacity for this right now, Wade.

"...It may be the fever," Raistlin admitted, once his chuckling faded, "but... the knife being left on is funny."

This is the first time he's made the man chuckle that much and he doesn't even know why.

"The knife?" He glanced to the weapon he'd left strapped to Raistlin.

"I mean shit, you always need a knife, right? Clothes are just optional."

He did admit it could be the fever talking, to be fair.

"Clothes are rarely optional."

This man was a never-nude, thank you very much. ~~And a complete fucking prude.~~

"Totally optional, I only wear pants because I couldn't afford another public indecency fine."

Gods help him if this is leading into more talk about your dick, Wade Wilson, Raistlin may just make use of that knife on his arm.

He said nothing in reply, just stared with his eyes narrowed. Ho, don't do it.

..... You can't do that, Raistlin, you can't, even silently, challenge him not to make a joke.

About his dick.

Especially about his dick.

"... Not my fault the sheriff's jealous of my dick." Look, the best sign for him that Raistlin's healthy is probably getting a knife thrown at his head, alright.

"You still feel pain, and I have a knife."

Stop that.

"It's gonna be really hard for me to hang out here if I'm bleeding out on the floor though, I mean I'll come back but like.

It'll be a solid few minutes, and I'll ruin the floor, and I'll make dick jokes until I black out."

.... But no really, he's done, he swears.

"You hungry at all?"

Oh good is that a subject change? He'll take it.

"Of course not," Raistlin rasped, bitter, "if everything you saw was a decaying soup of maggots and ash, would you ever be hungry?"

He'd been a light eater before his Test, sure. Thin and dealing with extremely shitty lungs, and the Majeres had been too poor to really afford food for both of the twins at any given time... but otherwise, he'd been relatively healthy.

But after?

With his eyes as they were now?

Utterly repulsed, and for good reason.

"No, I need to rest. I--" and then he hesitated, here. Hard hesitation.

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"... Good point, I'll get a blind fold." Heeee's a helper! Look, you need food to be alive, Raistlin.

But he wasn't actually getting up to get either food, or a blindfold. The man had still said no after all. At some point he'd be hungry enough to eat.

Rest he understood, he'd been about to suggest he go around getting some of that. After all, a three to ten second long brief bout of unconsciousness due to oxygen deprivation, pain, high fever or all three didn't really count as a nap.

".... Yyyyyoooooooouuuuuu......?" A beat.

"Aaaaaaarrrreeee changing your mind about food?" Yes?

"I have tried eating with my eyes closed, before. Unfortunately, I do remember what it looks like."

Can't scrub that out of his head. Gods know he's tried to shut his eyes and forget what he's seen, in general. At least, before he started digging his heels in and just... soaking in what a hell-scape everything was. Everyone who wasn't Wade, that Raistlin stared at, he was watching the worms.

And eventually, if he didn't blink, the dust blowing away in the wind.

Par-Salian, the absolute fool, had thought this curse would make Raistlin more empathetic toward the world and the people in it. It had only served to drive him even further away, isolated in a rotting world.

But, here and now, "I am no longer in danger of dying and having to bargain with this world to return."

This time.

"But I... would prefer that you remain."

A request, not a demand.

"... Yeah okay I got nothin' then." Just... would have to wait until the guy got too hungry to stand it then. ... That kind of blows, to be honest.

"Oh hey, great, crisis over, thank god. I would have felt real shitty if you actually died up here." Genuinely, honestly shitty, even if the man would probably bargain to come back.

And, without missing a beat- "Yeah sure no prob-" Wait.

"... Are you... asking me to just.... hang out here? Like stay stay? For no reason?" Not for the sake of tending to him while he was sick or to help with more possible death experiments?

"I would have been back." Raistlin had no trouble confirming that. No matter how many times he had to bargain, to hand off a part of himself, he would claw his way back to the land of the living whenever given the option.

With time, he could wrest back what he'd bartered away. Couldn't do that while dead.

As for Wade's surprise, Raistlin's eyes narrowed.

"Is that a problem?"

"..... You like me." No that is not a problem, judging by the grin suddenly splitting his face.

"Called it, we're best friends! I like you too, buddy!"

"Eugh." There he goes again. But then, without thinking about it, "Why."

"Why do you like me?" Because he knows that's the case.

"I don't."

Go fuck yourself, Wade.

"You're full of shit but fine, I'll go first. Don't worry, I'll figure it out later.

I like you, because I like you. I don't need a fucking reason. But if I had to come up with a reason, it's because you're not as much of an asshole as you think you are."

Raistlin took that in silence for a moment and then, after a long, slow blink, "What?"

"I like you, full stop. Gonna list the reasons I've come to this conclusion, feel free to take notes, here we go.

First of all, you tolerate me, I actually remember stating this as a reason why I thought you were pretty cool prior.

Speaking of cool, magic. Really cool. Another point for you.

Also, no jokes comparing me to meatballs or avocados or avocados that fucked an older avocado, nor have you told me I look like a sick naked nutsack. Points for you.

Also offering to kill me by actually asking first, because fucking no one asks first. Also agreeing to my terms to go home. Also knocking me out before setting me on fire, that was a big one, also the sheet, I appreciate that man, also the food, and the water, and the wine.

... I think that's it for the moment, but I'm sure I'll find more reasons."

"You have an extraordinarily low set of standards, I see."

Very dry, and just a bit biting.

Didn't make fun of his appearance, and had the basic courtesy to not want to listen to his screams while he burned? Obviously, best friend material.

"No, see, you missed all the other shit you didn't have to do but did anyway, which, and this is scientifically proven, is considered 'above typically decent behavior.'"