[ sorry, buddy. he can sympathize with the coughing to an extent, but at some point you start bringing it on yourself. all he hopes is that he didn't bare his emotions for nothing... it wasn't pleasant in the least, but he'd much prefer someone with a similar experience knowing about a sensitive matter than being choked to death by flowers. he has no intention of counting Blue out, or himself for that matter.

the week goes by with more wallowing in sickly misery, but the blight does eventually subside. coughing up stems and more dandelion petals isn't pretty, nor is cutting out the pink camellia that had taken root into his wrist, but he manages with perseverance and some serious teeth-gritting. he'd made a point of leaving Blue alone in the week it takes him to recover - friendly as they were with each other, they had said what they needed to. now that he's well, however, he wants to at least check on him to see if their results had been the same.

the smirk he's met with is all he needs to determine that much, but then he opens his mouth and says that. he seriously isn't letting up... ]

More what, exactly? [ he cocks an eyebrow, leaning casually on his doorframe. he'll play dumb, just to see what Blue thinks. ] I just wanted to see if you were still hacking flowers up. You know, like a proper mate would.