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Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

"Thank you" Lance gave a short nod when Greiver place the mug in front of him and while waiting for the food he took a few sips. Hot chocolate really tasted good, he giggled a little at the thought that he could really get used to just drink chocolate with Greiver. He looked up at him seriously for a moment though, when he told Lance they will find out what he liked. Greiver sounded so confident, like he was really trying to make Lance feel sure about it. The whole thing was kind of absurd though, they were talking about food and in the end it made Lance laugh. "Yeah... We will."

He really hadn't thought about a determined diet, maybe he didn't need anything in especial, yet, must probably was that Sanders forgot about it and she would call or visit him sooner than later to give him a list with what he needed or couldn't eat. She had mentioned it before, but Lance moving into Greiver's place coincided with her marriage plans and even being so busy she still made some time for Lance and tried to help him as mush as possible.

When the microwave stopped Lance got up and served their meal for both of them, sitting then to enjoy what Greiver picked for them. It turned out to be rice and chicken, Lance was quite sure he was going to like it, it was a simple food, and he did. He happily ate his food and drank his hot chocolate. Taking his time and making an effort to finish it, but he couldn't. After a moment his stomach began to hurt. Lance looked down at his plate almost sadly, he had barely eaten, maybe the chocolate was too much for him, he should probably had to drink it in between meals and not with them.

"I'm going up stairs..." He said flinching a little. "I don't feel really good..." Lance smiled briefly at Greiver and left him alone for the moment, making his way up to his room. He stood at the door and looked around. Comparing to Greiver's room, his was empty and it still looked like no one inhabiting it, it was kind of sad that he didn't have anything else than his backpack and few clothes, but still, it was his room. For the first time Lance closed the door behind him, moving to his bed to lay down, but after a few minutes he was terribly bored, he wasn't sleepy, and he wasn't supposed to leave. Lance sighed heavily, turning to his side and reaching out to open the drawer of his nightstand, fishing his weed and rolled a joint, sitting up against the wall, his legs stretched along the bed, Lance lit it up and took a long drag, closing his eyes as he did. Hopefully, he could fall asleep easily in a while.
 
Apparently Lance's pleasure was good enough for Greiver regardless of what it was that he was actually happy about. Soon enough most of his attention turned to eating - something easier said than done. It wasn't too bad though to be fair - his thin wrists and arms were strong enough to feed himself now and his coordination was fine, but he was always very careful when he ate, still compensating a bit for his lack of strength, but also just trying to eat cleanly.

When Lance started struggling Greiver offered him a commiserating look. It was difficult to get back on to eating real food - Greiver had been in that situation and still sort of was, but clearly he was better than Lance at this point. He'd just have to make sure Lance ate smaller portions but more often, like he did. With the other man gone though, Greiver started to clear up the mess, humming as he did so. It didn't take him too long to wash up, though his mind wandered a fair bit while he was doing it.

Once done, he made his way upstairs to check on his housemate and knocked on Lance's door gently, calling through it after him. He wasn't too loud in case the other man had managed to sleep, but if he was in distress then Greiver wanted to know about it.

((Sorry for the delay...))
 
Lance was still awake by the time Greiver knocked his door, he wasn't sure if he should let him in or not, he might tell Jen about the joint, if he knew what it was, or say something about the smell... Like she didn't know, she had to know. Whatever... He thought, if they were living together he couldn't hide his habits all the time from him, and if Jen really didn't know, she would find out eventually anyways.

"C'mon in..." He said as he moved to put off the last of his reefer sighing a bit as he realized he wasted most of it just letting it burn, he could finish what was left later, though, probably mixing the weed with tobacco. Lance flexed his legs to make room for Greiver if he wanted to step in and sit down, and just waited there, his hands and chin rested on his knees.
 
((Really sorry for the long delay, have been having some real problems with my migraines and work. Can't promise that I won't still be taking long breaks, but I am still trying to keep rping when I can manage.))

Pushing the door open further at the invitation, Greiver nose crinkled at the smell but he appeared to have no other reaction to it, instead his eyes went to Lance, trying to tell how he was feeling just by looking at him. He seemed a bit shy about being in Lance's room despite the invitation though, and inched in slowly. He shuffled further in though, but didn't sit down on the bed.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, his voice still a bit softer than usual. "It won't take too long till food isn't so hard." He promised. "It gets better if you keep at it." He could still only eat small portions, but it was far less unpleasant than it had been in the beginning for him, and he was sure it would get better for Lance too. "I'd offer to make you hot chocolate but I don't know if adding something warm and sweet to your belly would help..." He wrung his too-thin hands together, not sure how to help.
 
((Don't worry about it, just take your time and get well.))

He stared at Greiver as he got into his room, the guy seemed so cautious it made Lance laugh. "I'm fine... Thanks." He replied, still giggling a bit. Lance had completely forgotten about the food thing and his stomach didn't ache anymore, so by the time Greiver brought that up, his mind was on a different place, or nowhere really, and it wasn't until a brief moment later that he could form an answer for Greiver. After smoking his weed, a big cup of hot chocolate sounded really good, although a large chocolate bar would have been even better. "Actually, that would be nice." Lance told him as he got up, standing in front of Greiver as his reddish eyes fixed on the other's for a moment. Purple? Lance asked inwardly. He leaned a bit closer to take a better look, narrowing his blurry eyes. Not sure how, his mind brought back the memory of the words Alexandria Syndrome, and he recalled one biology class, back at school when they talked about weird diseases and conditions. "Alexandria Syndrome..." He muttered as he pulled away from Greiver's face and calmly went down stairs. It was really hard to find someone with purple eyes, he remembered his teacher saying that most scientists thought that it was an nonexistent disease, and it was almost taken as a urban legend. Lance felt really good knowing that he could prove them wrong, he'd just found himself someone with purple eyes, although he wasn't sure that was the cause of Greiver's unique eyes.

He sat down on the same spot from before and waited for Greiver, crossing his arms on the table to rest his forehead, Lance yawned and stretched his legs beneath the table, he wasn't really sure if he could stay awake for much longer, the tiredness seemed to had fallen over him in less than a second as he sat down.
 
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