[Altruism]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Dave is making his way through the lobby of the first floor, as it is still the place he returns to, hoping that he can find a way out and back to his time, but as always this is not the case. He's a little overheated so he's wandering around in a t-shirt and shorts, barefoot. His feet are silent against the tile since he's so used to nearly a lifetime of sneaking.]

[He's got this irritating pain in the pit of his stomach that refuses to go away. It's making living more difficult that it already is. Maybe he's ill...he's been abusing his body so much lately, he honestly can't tell. It could be a sickness or just the pain of sobriety. Only a proper physician could tell.  Regardless, he's out and about and looking for something to do. He's smart enough, for once, to not look for entertainment in random rooms so he's keeping to the lobbies and halls.]

[As he wanders aimlessly, he fiddles with his dog tags. He thinks that maybe he should trade one with fault_is_mine sometime. He also wonders if he should check the closets for his friend. It's no fun dressing himself.]

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[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He turns to face the man when he hears his name being called by a familiar voice.]

Yes, Hal?

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

...what are you doing?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Walking on this cool tile...trying to cool off.

...

_...What?

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

Uh... Dave? [He reaches a hand out to touch his forehead, worried he might have a fever.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[He closes his eyes when we feels Hal's cool hand against his forehead. The room spins a bit once his eyes are shut but he can deal. It's not long before he dares to speak again.]

Yes, Hal?

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

Are... are you sick?

[Concern starts to wash over him. He pushes him toward the nearest spot he can sick.] Have you been taking care of yourself?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I feel fine, just really warm.

[He scratches his unkempt hair and yawns.]

I've kept clean. [Which is true. He may appear messy but he is not dirty.]

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

Snake. I didn't ask if you were dirty. I ask if you were sick.

[He pulls he hand back and touches a different part of him to gauge his temperature.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

You also asked if I was taking care of myself.

[He tilts his head thinking he gave acceptable answers to both questions. OH, oh wait- This is the part where he gets nagged by Hal.]

Hnnn...feeling me up?

[Just what part is Hal touching-?]