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[latino_menace]

Ramon struggles to get the key into the lock as he has an armful of Amberite right now, but manages it eventually. He kicks the door open, and then closed after they've entered, looking down at Random the whole time. His eyes are open but he still doesn't seem that alert, and that's enough to worry him.

He lays him down on the bed, then pours him a scotch and sits down next to him.

'Here. It might help.' A hand goes out and tucks some sticking-out hair behind his ear. 'Are you alright?'

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He flinches again, but it's masked (mostly) by a shift to lie down on the bed, sideways.

His face is pressed into the pillows, and his knees tug up to his chest.

Because Ramon is not going to see him cry.

[latino_menace]

He catches it all the same and just...doesn't know what to do. There doesn't seem to be a way of getting through to him - and he can't just leave him here. Needs to be with him, needs to make sure he's alright. Leaving is unthinkable.

He touches his hair again lightly, loving it as always. 'Sleep if you need to. I'll be here when you wake up.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

His shoulders are rocking, agony written down his spine, but he hasn't made a sound yet. It's buried in the pillow.

And he cries, long, and properly, and unaware of the touch, of the words. Cries until he's exhausted and shaking, and his body slides into something closer to unconsciousness than to sleep.

[latino_menace]

It kills him to see it, just kills him. He can't stop himself touching him to try and show that he's sorry; he lies down behind him and rests an arm lightly around his middle. Barely holding him at all, but letting him know he's there.

'I'll be here. Take your time...'