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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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Alison chuckled and added the money to her stack. "Well, it looks like your strategy doesn't work every time , love."

(PM me about it? Then I'll see…)

M rolled his eyes and relaxed into the couch, resting his head on the pillow. He yawned widely again.
“Good job, lovely. I suppose it doesn’t.

Alison smiled at him as she started to pack the game away. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep at all? Maybe just a quick nap?"

M hugged the pillow with another faint yawn, half-closing his eyes. “A nap sounds nice.”

"Then why don't we love to the bed, then?" Alison chuckled. "It's much more comfortable than the couch. Plus, I'm sure you'd fit on it better."

M glanced up, glancing back down the couch at his dangling legs. “I suppose. But the couch is comfy.” He sat up slowly nevertheless, stretching slowly.

"Yes, it is. It's a nice couch," Alison agreed. "Are you going to change your shirt before you go to sleep?"

M looked down at his inky shirt. It was comfy enough.
“Why would I?” He asked softly.

Alison shrugged and stood, walking over to him and gesturing to the stain. "It's stained. Plus, when was the last time you changed your shirt, dear?"

M looked up at her when she approached, then back down at his shirt.
“Er… I… I don’t remember.” He blushed a little.
What is going on? I’m usually sharper than this!

Alison sighed and cupped his cheek in her hand, gently rubbing it with her thumb. "Are you feeling all right? You're not sick or something?" she asked gently, moving her hand to feel his forehead.

M leaned into her hand, shutting his eyes. “I’m not sure. I might be. Or I’m just tired. I’m ready to accept either, honestly.” He moved his head up slightly when she felt his forehead. It felt normal.

"Well, you don't seem to have a fever, so you might just be tired. Come on, let's get you to bed," Alison said softly, holding her hand out for him to take.

M opened his eyes when she removed his hands from his face. He looked at her hands, grabbed them and stood slowly.
“Not all sicknesses has a symptom of a fever. I’ll go talk to someone tomorrow.”

Alison nodded and reached up to kiss his cheek. "I know, dear, but rest always helps. You're more susceptible to illnesses if you don't get enough sleep."

M sighed softly, putting his chin on her head and hunching. “I never have time to do that stuff. I always have cases and work to do.”

"Maybe you should talk to Neo about getting some time off, then," Alison suggested gently as she wrapped her arms around him.

M closed his eyes. “I can’t do that. There’s too much I have to do.”

"Your health and wellbeing is much more important than whatever he has for you to do. Just talk to him, I'm sure he'd understand," Alison said, tightening her grip on him as she spoke.

“I’m the only one who can do it,” M protested meekly, not even paying attention to what he was saying anymore.

"Metaphorical, I'm worried about you. Please, just talk to him," Alison pleaded, her eyes showing her worry as she looked up at him.

M looked down. He looked sleepy. And felt sleepy. “I can. But I don’t want to stop working.”

"You don't have to stop. Just make sure you're getting some time to rest and eat," Alison said softly. "Now, come on. Let's get you into bed.

M nodded slowly, leaning against her again. “That sounds nice. I like that plan.”

Alison smiled a bit and pulled back. "Sorry, love, but that means you have to let go of me until we get into bed. I can't carry you."

M leaned off of her, sighing again. “Okay. You’re right. I’m really heavy.”

"Only for me. I couldn't carry you, but I'm sure someone else could," Alison said with a shrug as she started toward the bedroom.

M tailed her hazily, his arms hanging at his sides. “Right.” His head dipped slightly and he shook himself,

Alison sighed as she entered the room. She glanced around for a moment before walking over to M's dresser and pulling out a clean shirt. "Here. Why don't you change quick?"

M looked up, shaking the hair from his eyes to look at the shirt. “But that’s a short-sleeved.” His eyes rounded and he laid down in the bed.