II

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II

While II was rocking out with the band at a nearby sold-out arena, you was holed up in their hotel room. They wanted to go to the show, really, but the headache they had was debilitating. They had the lights off, and were curled up on the hotel bed with a blanket over them and a cool cloth over their eyes. Their head was throbbing, and the painkillers they'd taken did *nothing* to help it. Quietly, the door unlocked and opened, then shut again. II stepped inside, putting his things down by the door, eyes softening beneath his mask as he saw you. "Hey, honey," he greeted, voice soft. He was obviously tired; his eyes were droopy and he was moving slow, but he was still so determined to make sure you was okay. He stepped over and lay next to them on the bed, spooning them from behind, putting his arms around their waist. He nuzzled his masked nose against their neck. "Any better?"

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