It is the third consecutive team meet without Type and it has started to affect him.

The mothers have received a letter from Type a few days before asking his health situation. They have replied that he is in his best shape ever, only an acknowledgement slip is sent.

Nothing else.

No visits.

No tantrums or fights

It is like Type has vanished... into the thin air.

But no the attendance register shows presents and Type's score in combat is still above average.

How is this person hiding in the plain day light?

Finally he has had enough and decides to sit in Type's class.

'There he is as if the hoodie can save you from my eyes.'

Tharn watches Type pausing before taking his seat yet he does not look at Tharn.

He simply sits and as Tharn thinks of going to Type, the professor comes in holding a stack of paper.

The test is easy enough but when Tharn raises his head to look at Type he is nowhere to be found. Running of right as the class is finished.

He goes in search of Techno expecting Type to be tagged along.

"You can come see Haza tomorrow. Today mom is having some get together. Please do not barge in." Techno brushes past him.

"Ummm yeah got it." He jogs after him and tries to bring up the topic so casually. "Hey Have you seen Type?"

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"No, I have not seen him."

Techno is not giving an explanation and Tharn quickly goes through any incidents that he may have been a part in that offended Techno.

Nothing whatsoever.

"Wait! Come on, 'No. I just wanted to ask him something." Tharn begs.

"I do not know where he is. It is not like he wants to see me or talk to me or anything. I am so replaceable, right? Just tell me if you want anything. Otherwise, who am I?"

"Ay 'No what are you even talk..."

"Leave me alone, Tharn. I have no idea where he is. Ask his new friends or girlfriends or something"

Tharn winces. He might have deserved that.

He owes Techno an apology. But still he needs to see Type first.

It is not sitting well with him that he is not seeing Type anymore. It almost feels... unnatural.

Hmmm.

Maybe they can have talk about all that has happened. Maybe they can remain just friends.

As long Type is in close vicinity, Tharn can figure out a way to stay happy and at peace.

Maybe...

It is distressing to know that none of them are seeing Type during lunch hours or anything.

Where can he go?

Finally, Tharn taking the embarrassing route, decides to go meet him in the dorm.

All his plans of looking aloof and pretending to accidently meet Type will not work if he is going to the dorm, right?

What will he say, when Type asks what he wants?

Yikes!

He does not find Type in his dorm either. For the past few days he has stood in front of the locked door wondering when Type goes in and out without him noticing.

Even a better question would be 'how Type does that?'

So, he takes a leave from the class, not that it matters... now that he is a scholar he is expected to do 'research' and he is doing just that.

Tharn chews on his thumb and waits behind the pillar of the other section next to Type's dorm, his eyes glued firmly to the door...

Just as expected, a hunched figure first walk past right in front of the door behind a group of people.

'So, you have been avoiding me.'

The figure comes back a little time later and Tharn smiles when Type takes his hoodie off, and tries to take off the chakras around his key hole.

"Hey..."

Tharn bites back the smile when Type jumps a little before turning around.

Tharn cannot believe his eyes!

Type looks so different! The boy has lost half his weight and... the eyes are almost milky white.

"Hey?" Type hugs himself and gives a semi sad smile. Why is his lips shivering?!

What in the...

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeaah?" Type rasps.

The silence stretches uncomfortably long and Tharn is taken aback by Type's flickering eyes.

"Ummm... you need anything? I have some... stuff to do..."

"Oh yeah... yeah... I mean... I just want to tell you I have been good." Tharn wants to smack himself. "I mean with the... that... and all that..."

Type nods. "Glad."

"Th... thank you... I mean... you did the... all that..."

"No problem." Type is zoning out, Tharn can tell and... it may have hurt a little.

"It healed." Tharn lifts his shirt and shows the wound Type inflicted is no longer there. "But... uh... there is a black mark still inside."

"Oh that... Don't worry about it. Liver mostly deals with the toxins. It will go away in sometime. Till then maintain your diet."

Tharn is not liking that Type still has his hold on the door knob as if he is waiting for Tharn to leave right now.

Too bad, he is not feeling like leaving just yet.

"About diet... Mama Mi... he is not letting me have any salt and has promised me not eat anything from outside either... Can you please tell him, I am fine and I can have some salt if I wanted. I cannot even add any kind of condiments or sauces, unless he mixes it... he is afraid some salt may sneak and I will go like a blind balloon." He has expected Type to at least smile a little but nothing.

Type thinks for a bit and shakes his head.

"Better wait till that black mark goes away. Why should we take the risk? You will not go blind anymore but... could still have some *cough*bloating or swelling somewhere. Even lethargy. *Cough* Listen, I need sometime... See you some other time later?"

Tharn notices the shaky hands and Type actually standing on tippy toes.

Looks like the Kitten needs to go to the bathroom.

He will pester Type some other time. He is feeling a bit... 'understanding' at the moment.

"Okay then... thank you for... all that you did..."

"Yeah."

Tharn nods turning back and barely takes a few steps away from Type when he the smallest of smallest... 'Tharaaa...'

The happiness in his heart is short lived as he turns around to see Type's eyes turning completely white, his face losing all the colour for a few minutes, the skin turns ashy and... Type falls to the floor with his eyes open wide.

"TAIII!!!" Tharn screams and skids right under Type's face, saving it from banging hard on the floor. "Type... sweetheart... look at me!!! LOOK AT ME!!!"

The pupils are stuck there and Type is not moving at all.

Fear grips Tharn's heart as he picks up Type altogether cradling him to the chest, running to the medic centre.

"SOMEONE HELP!!!, PLEASE CALL THE HEALER!!!"

What the fuck is going on?!

What luck is this?

Has he recovered fully to see his Type this... sick?

Is he sick?

Is this some necromancy stuff? Shiyaaaa!!!

Tharn gently drops Type to the bed, rubbing their hands together as Type is going cold as moment passes.

It is the feeble rise and fall of Type's chest that is keeping Tharn's sanity in check.

Because...

No...

No because...

"Kiri... what is wrong with you?!" The healer comes in trying to check Tharn and the boy nearly cusses the man out?

"NOT ME!!! HIM!!! SAVE HIM!!!"

"What? I thought... you... the hit in the revolt... Goddess! What happened to this kid?!" The healer pushes Tharn away, wondering why the pupils are not moving.

"I DON'T KNOW!!! HE FAINTED..." Tharn pants. "I think he fainted. He is not responding... his skin turned ashy for a few seconds... he... I don't know!!! HIS EYES ARE OPEN!"

The healer quickly opens Type's mouth forcefully using his fingers and puts a green crystal inside, and starts pressing down his chest.

"He has gone to shock... it is okay. Please do not panic. He will be fine soon." The healer tries to calm down Tharn who is growling and pacing behind him.

To the relief of the healer, Type gulps and coughs... "n...no... le...ave... no... me..."

"Baby!!! You are awake... What happened?!!! Can you hear me?!" Tharn is fretting on Type and the healer is pushed aside.

"Mr. KIRIGUN, leave his side, please... I have work to do. Make yourself helpful and kindly get out!"

If Tharn could smash this healer's skull, he would.

"Step aside!" The healer points to the side and Tharn, for sake of his Type moves aside.

The healer goes for Type's pant knots on the waist and Type starts to shift and turning mumbling 'no'.

"Babe!!! Listen to me. This is Tharn... I am removing your pants, okay? Okay? You are safe, you are okay."

"Th... Tharn?"

"Yes! Yes! You fainted. You scared me." Tharn helps the healer in removing the different cloth knots to help Type breathe easier.

Tharn lets Type stare at him all this time and he helps Type calm down when the healer injects the needle to transfer minerals and other nutrients.

"What did he eat for breakfast?" The healer asks as he injects something from an ampule.

"Umm... I do not know... babe, what did you have?" Tharn asks but Type does not respond, simply staring at him.

"His nutrients level are so low... his ribs are visible. Is he not getting enough to eat? The dorm has food service."

Tharn's heart ache.

He...

"Please help us. I..." What can he say to the healer.

The healer's medicines make Type sleepy but he still tries to stare at Tharn as long as he could before closing them.

He calls for Techno when the healer collects some samples of blood and asks him to wait patiently.

Techno comes rushing, worry filling his eyes and Tharn says Type has fainted because he has not been eating and taking proper care of his health.

Techno says Type does not sit with them for lunch and even shouted at him once when he tried to tag along.

"I did not know he was sick, Tharn." 'No saying miserably.

Tharn has not either. How can he blame Techno.

"Can you please get Saint? Tell him please that I am here with Type?" Techno obeys.

Tharn goes in just in time to see, Type pushing the healer off and pulling out the needles.

The healer is trying his best to keep Type stand still but...

"What in the world! Type, you lie down right now!" Tharn catches Type when he loses his footing, almost falling.

Type's head rests perfectly on his chest and when he looks up with those sad eyes... Tharn's heartache so bad.

"Baby..." Tharn calls softly and Type's eyes fill up.

In a moment Type is bawling his heart out and Tharn despite feeling so helpless, get him back to the bed.

"You are tired Type... that is all there is Kitten. Don't cry. Techno will come now." He speaks softly... kissing Type's fingers, as the healer reattaches the needles.

"He needs lots of rest and fluids. I am mixing him some potions that he needs to take without fail." The healer instructs Tharn. "Once this bottle of minerals is finished, he can go. But no activities and he must sleep a lot."

Tharn nods and he waits patiently holding Type's hand as the medicines and electrolytes drip slowly into Type's tired body.

Saint comes in while Type is sleeping and he promises he will make necessary arrangements with the teachers to get Type's leave extended. In fact, some teachers has already recommended Type to take rest seeing how skinny the boy has gotten.

Techno stays, already feeling guilty for leaving Type when he knew something is going with Type.

"I got mad, Tharn, that he shouted. I should have known?" Techno sighs.

"How would you have known? It is okay. The healer says he is fine. But for a second 'No, I thought I died for a moment seeing him all... pale and shaking."

"Tharn?"

"Yes, 'No?"

"Do you love him?" Techno does not care if he is stepping in some boundaries.

"Yes." Tharn says right away. "Very much... it hurts most days."

"Are you two fighting?" Techno pouts at him and Tharn smiles sadly.

"Yes..."

"I think he is not eating because you two are fighting." Techno says.

"I have figured. We won't fight anymore, 'No. I got this." He promises.

What good the fight would do, if his Kitten is like this.

The healer lets them go in the evening and Type just lets Tharn to pick him up, hiding his face on Tharn's neck, legs circling around his waist.

"I will come too... Help you situate Type. You are not leaving today, right? You will stay with Type right? I will stay too..." Techno follows them, taking Type's key from his back pocket.

"Yeah, I am staying. You do not have to stay the night though. I need to go back home..." Type's hands tightens against Tharn's neck and Tharn pats his back to calm him down. "Just for a few moments, tell my parents and then be back. Told Mama that I will come for dinner. That is why."

Techno walks in front, glaring at anyone who would so much as look at Tharn and Type's direction.

"Aw Shiyaaaa... What if Type has chakras on? His door won't open." They reach the door as Techno think about this.

"I got it." Tharn tries and good gods, they are able to get in.

"You two have secrets from me. I do not like it." Techno says honestly but not in a malicious way. He is feeling left out.

"Fffffffuucccc...." Techno swallows the rest as they see the dorm situation.

Type is a clean person to a point of perfection and this...

Shattered glass and dust are the least of their worries.

The room is good for nothing in this situation. It looks as if they look closer, there will be a dead body stacked somewhere.

"This is bad." Techno states the obvious. "We cannot stay here. If Type is not sick anyways, he will get it now."

Tharn agrees.

"Oh baby..." Tharn presses a small kiss on Type's cheek. "I am so sorry."

"Do not kiss my best friend!!!" Techno hisses and Tharn quickly apologizes. "What do we do, Tharn?"

Tharn rubs his cheeks to Type's but he knows Type is so out of it to reply.

"How about, we go to the cabin, huh?" Tharn asks gently.

"Mmmkay." Type says.

"I will stay and clean for a little bit and then come meet you guys." Techno says.

Tharn gently pats Type's back and he gets another soft okay for that too.

Tharn gives his locket to Techno to summon a portal and since it is a touchy subject to 'No, they do not talk about it. "You can call in the valets if you need some help. Also please inform my mothers that I will not be coming today. Yeah?"

The walk to the cabin is short and they do not talk much.

But this is peace... as long Type is with him... they can figure out everything.

"We are here, darling." Tharn says standing next to the door and Type blinks drowsily getting down from his arms.

"You never lock." He says and goes inside without any fuss.

Tharn follows close behind afraid Type will faint again. "Do you need anything?"

"Sleep..." Type says, taking off his clothes as he takes small steps.

Any other day Tharn would have been ecstatic to see Type this way. Now?

His Kitten is too weak and he can see the bones sticking out the hips and ribs.

The arms are so lean Tharn is afraid if he accidently pressed a little tighter, they would have snapped.

Type goes through Tharn's stuff and pulls out a shirt he has already worn once and puts it on.

Tharn smiles when Type climbs up his bed and rolls around his blanket, making himself a sweet wrap.

"You comfy?" Tharn asks sitting on the edge, gently caressing Type's forehead.

"Yeah..."

Tharn presses a kiss on that nose like he has always wanted to and as expected Type sneezes a little.

He laughs and leaves the bed to sort, Type's meds. He needs to figure out the dinner too.

"Don't go..." Type whines and Tharn is back in bed with an alarmed look.

"I am not going anywhere... You have some meds to take. Let me sort through it."

"Sort it here."

Yes, he can do that.

So, he does.

"I have a feeling you are going to a fever, Kitten." Tharn says a bit sadly.

"We do not get fever... at least not anymore." Type says. The magic in their veins will act and heal any infections right away. Now, mage fever are entirely different and it has stopped coming after he has physically matured.

"Yeah... but you are. Do you want to take something now. You will get better sleep."

Type thinks for a bit but decides to take the med anyways. He has been feeling miserable for a very long time and it is his sleep that has affected the most.

The small ampule is easy to swallow though unlike the bitter potions.

"Go to sleep." Tharn says. "I will wake you up for dinner."

"Don't go."

"Not going anywhere." Tharn promises.

"Home?" Type asks.

"Na... 'No will handle it. We will figure out the dinner once you wake up."

Type looks at him mistrustingly but wiggles closer and lies on his chest with a huff.

Tharn is melting with love and he knows for sure there is no escape from this anymore. He will just have to accept that no matter what, no matter how hard he tries... Type is it.

It is going hurt so bad later but for the time being, let this be his piece of heaven.

"I am sorry, baby..." Tharn hugs Type tightly back.

For a few moments, Tharn wonders if Type has fallen asleep that fast.

"Okay..."

They do not say much after that... Tharn gently patting Type's back, hoping it would give some comfort to Type.

He also falls asleep and Tharn also gets a well-deserved, restful sleep after so many days.

He wakes up to Techno coming in with some stuff, complaining about the dark woods. "Of all the areas in the friendly neighborhood, why are you staying here like a hobbit!"

"Shh... shh... he is sleeping! What in the hell are you carrying?!" There are so many packages dangling on Techno.

"Mama Mymi almost spanked my ass. Mama Kana gave me kissie. Uncle Mew gave me lecture about something. I have no idea what that was about. Oh, I had dinner from your home, Mama Kana insisted. Papa Siwat wants to see you personally sometime tomorrow. I will babysit Type, you go. Oh... here is dinner for you two. He says no salt for you... Thanya is mad at you. Something about her doll party."

'No rambles as Tharn sets the table for dinner. He winces at the bland food. There are small bottles of sauces and condiments for Type.

Crap!

He wants that too.

Techno goes in the bedroom and Type starts whining right on cue.

"He is burning up!"'No says.

"Yeah... getting a fever. His body is weak. He has medicines. He should be fine." Tharn goes in and Type accuses him of leaving right away.

"I was here, babe... I was setting our table. Come have some soups. Mothers made you some."

Tharn lifts Type when he makes uppies at him.

Tharn almost gags thinking about having to take food again without salt. Other spices must be there but without salt... it is moot.

His mouth water seeing Mama Kana's spicy halrgish-ginger chutney... a little bit will not hurt right?

Type smacks his hand when he reaches for it. "Naughty."

"Please, na... Taiii... I can barely eat..." Tharn pouts and after some careful consideration, Type places some salt on Tharn's hand, waiting for some swelling or reaction.

"See! Nothing!" Tharn prays his skin that way.

Type places a bit of salt on Tharn's tongue, demanding the man not to close his mouth.

"How do you feel?"

Tharn shrugs his shoulder and the tongue is healthily making the saliva.

"Good. You can have some but a little less that your usual. I will add." Type says and Tharn almost weeps in relief.

"This tastes so fucking gooooood!" Tharn slurps his soup like a starving man but Type is merely circling his spoon inside the big bowl.

"You have to eat. Here!" Tharn's feeds Type from his bowl and Type lets him.

"I am not hungry." He says between each mouthful.

"Yeah but you gotta eat. Meds and all."

Type's temperature returns normal after food and he has the medicines as well.

Yet, Tharn is worrying his ass off.

He is not finding Type's fever normal. This rise and fall in his temperature and shivers are not good.

After dinner, Tharn somehow convinced Techno to leave, reminding him Haza needs him and it is better to have his rest, if tomorrow Tharn has to go home and may come back later.

Type has fallen asleep in midst of their conversations and he carries him to the bedroom, tucks him in and goes to freshen up before sleeping.

He is stressed. Nothing makes sense and he feels so helpless.

The healer, after the initial shock, has simply stated his Kitten is dehydrated and malnourished.

Hmmm...

The quick bath calms down his nerves but he walks into bedroom toweling his head to see Type whimpering and trying to kick out his blankets.

"Hey... hey... babe where are you going?!"

"Where did you go?!!!!"

"Nowhere! Just bathroom. Lie down."

Type glares at him before pouting and tears fill his pretty eyes.

"Oye! Oye! What happened? Bad dream?"

"Bad dream, my ass!!! You left and without telling me you left and you left!!!!" Type screams and stands us wobbly, screaming.

"What?! I did not go anywhere. I was here! You fell asleep and I..."

"NO!!! YOU LEFT... you were sick! You did not breath and you... left and you left!!!"

Type is shaking and shivering so bad and his teeth start clanking with eachother.

"Darling..."

"NO!!! You... got... h... hit and you... do not listen and... y..you..." Type is struggling so hard to talk, his teeth is moving on their own accord.

"I am sorry. Okay... I am sorry... You need to come back to bed though... Come here..." Tharn's heart is breaking and he is indeed sorry.

Type shifts away from him and is hugging himself, yet the anger in his eyes cannot be concealed.

"You are so mean to me... You..." Type keeps on saying and Tharn has to agree to all of it.

"Bae... please... come back to me, please." Tharn keeps a safe distance, not to spook riled up Type anymore. "You can climb on bed and fight me too... look you are tired, you are cold and... you have a bit of a fever. Come, let us fight on bed."

"real?" Tharn melts when Type asks that in teeny-tiny voice.

"Yes, for real. Come here."

Type does and Tharn scoops Type up, covering him in blanket once again and hugging him close. He cannot stop kissing his Kitten's forehead, as he makes Type lie on his chest.

"You are so mean to me." Type struggles at first.

"I am... was... Sorry."

"You got hit by a rogue and got all sick!!!"

"I did, I am sorry."

"I thought you would just die..." Type's tears fall on his chest and Tharn winces.

"I... I did not die though... you were there to save me... Thanks babe... but again... sorry for worrying you and... not listening to you."

"You do not deserve it! To say sorry. Shove your 'sorry' up your ass!"

"I will. But... I am really sorry, Taiii... I mean it, Kitten."

Type's chest is heaving and Tharn does not know how to calm him down.

"Babe?"

"What?!"

"How about... you calm down for a..." Type's glare could have killed him but for god's grace it does not. "I mean only for a few days until you are all well... then we fight... how about that?"

"NO!"

"Type... please na, baby?"

Type remains silent.

"You got to scold me and kick me all you want after you are healthy..." Tharn gently taps Type's chin.

"You deserve so much more!" Type snarls.

"I do... how about, we take it out in combat ring? Yeah? All-you-can-kick-stupid-puppy?" Tharn tries.

"Real?"

"Yes real. Whatever and however you want to do this. But until you are well... you gotta keep your anger in check. Yeah?"

After a few moments of excruciating silence, "Mmmmkay... Do not leave!"

"I won't... you sleep."

"You also sleep." Type demands, hugging him with those long, slender legs and arms.

"Alright... wake me up if you want anything... anything at all." Tharn repeats.

"You. Just you." Type mumbles before falling asleep.

When it is the morning, Type looks worse... the lips are chapped and he wheezes once a while... and Tharn cannot handle it.

The medicines are good though, making him sleep most of the time. He is worried about the temperature spike.

Type's body is always on the cool side and it is noticeable, how sick he actually is.

Tharn remind Type two or three times that he might be going home because Papa Siwat wants something and Type does not bat an eye.

After lunch, Tharn hums a lullaby, tucks Type safely under a thin blanket and only leaves after Techno comes holding his homework. He almost expects Haza to tag along but for whatever reason the baby kitten is ignoring them.

Tharn will apologize but for the time being may be Haza should stay with 'No.

Yet, when he comes back Type is crying, hiccupping and all... reason?

Could not find Tharn when he woke up!

He needs to calm 'No first as it is not his fault that Type could not be consoled. 'No, though sad promises to come back next day after class.

Tharn is at the limit of his patience with Type's fever. And all this crying is not helping.

Tharn helps Type to blow his nose and makes him drink some warm water.

But when Type accuses him of leaving him, Tharn gives a tight spank to that perky butt. "Didn't I told you I have to go meet Papa?"

Type glares at him and that earns him another spank too before Tharn hugs him tight.

"You are sick now. You listen to me! I listened to you when I was sick. We will fight later. For the thousandth time, Tai, I am not leaving. 'No was here! I even wrote you a note. Did you not read it?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you cry and got all swollen like this?!" Tharn asks desperately gently pressing cold warm water on Type face.

Type blinks.

"Maybe we should consult another healer." Tharn thinks out loud. "Your skin was burning a few moments ago."

"But I feel fine now." Type counters. "I just missed you."

"You were burning because you were missing me?" Tharn is not amused but he has to press a kiss when Type smiles impishly.

His mothers have packed quite some food for Type, mostly soups and their trusted potions to bring up the good health.

Type has some of it but not enough in Tharn's eyes. Type is still half his normal weight. His parents has told him that is to be expected but...

"I am fine! Stop sulking!"

"Maybe we should bring the royal healer in." Tharn suggests but promptly gets rejected.

"What is this?" Type brings up something that looks like a feeding cup of a child.

"Oh. I told mothers that you wake up at night coughing. Mama Kana gave me this. You can lie down and drink from it. For warm water." Tharn takes it from Type and pours some hot water inside or he will forget.

"I am not a child."

"For them you are. Especially you got yourself a fever like a child."

Type pouts and Tharn laughs.

Tharn do like Type being this child-like. He is walking around in Tharn's yesterday's shirt. He cannot pick so many fights at a time with Type... so he let him be.

"You sure you do not want pants? You were cold a few moments before."

"No. This feels good."

Tharn sighs.

Two days he has been with Type without going anywhere. Not that he minded. Techno stays with them all evening, only going home at night to sleep.

Type's fever is inconsistent.

He needs to go home for a few hours and Type is feeling sick now.

'No is here and he has got all the books and puzzles to keep his Kitten occupied but those eyes well up.

"I will be back soon, Type..."

"Okay." Type does not sound so convinced though.

"I promise." Tharn presses a deep kiss on Type's chapped lips, and promises to bring his mothers' good cooking. Type has suffered Tharn and 'No's cooking these two days.

So, of course he is stressed when he meets his family and he tells Mama Kana that his fever is not going away.

Yes, he gives Type medicines on time.

Yes, warm compresses and cold wipes too.

Yes, he keeps Type's head dry.

No, they do not let cold air in at night.

"You need to give him more jub-jubs." Mama Kana states.

"Jub-jubs?"

"uhuh..."

"As in kisses?"

"Yes. 5 should do... three times a day." Mama Kana folds the cookie dough.

"Mae! I am serious." Tharn's annoyance peeks.

"So was I! You gotta give him jub-jubs. On his cheeks. You can kiss him wherever you want after this."

Tharn blushes so bright, Mama Kana laughs. "Stop with your drama. I know you two..."

"Enough! Enough! I will give him jun-jubs. What else?"

"Continue this until one day he twists his face away. Till then you gotta do, every day."

"Five on each side or..."

"No. Five in total." Mama says.

His mothers are experts in giving comfort. They should actually know what they are talking about.

"I am worried about his temperature though. Sometimes we have to do what we gotta do. Call the healer if you are worried. Type will understand later."

Tharn is happy to hear that.

So, this time, when Type doubles down after the coughing fit, he puts his foot down in calling the royal healer.

It is concerning that Type agrees.

The healer comes to the cabin right away holding the Empress's note of approval.

Type for the first time is not worried when Tharn cradles him next to a stranger. He stays put closer to Tharn and when the healer draws the blood, he hides his face on Tharn's chest on his own.

Types ooh's and aaah's as per the healer's request and the healer does not look so concerned.

"Don't go." Type says when Tharn moves.

"Not going anywhere, babe... Let me get some water. The healer needs to mix some powders." Tharn smiles sadly when Type watches him closely, as he moves around in the kitchen.

"We can take off some of the previous meds. He does not have to sleep this much. I am adding some other powders. Also, stick to soups and have dinner early. He can drink as much fluids as he likes, juice, water, syrups anything..."

Tharn nods but the healer is not saying anything regarding the fever.

Type clutches his hand tightly when he stands to follow the healer.

"I am right here, sweetheart. Let me see him out."

"No..." Type whines.

"You can see me from here... I am not going." Tharn has to know what is going on.

Type reluctantly lets go and Tharn presses a kiss on his forehead.

"What is wrong, actually? I know Type more than anyone else. He is not someone to get sick like this." Tharn stays close to the door so Type can see him but not hear him.

He looks back and give a smile before turning back to the Royal Healer.

"Prince Kiri, the Empress has specifically asked me not to ask you two anything. If I have Your Highness's permission, I can ask some questions to disclose a more accurate diagnosis."

"Please... Go ahead. Just keep it low, so Type cannot hear."

"Are you two lovers?" The healer asks point blank. Tharn does not know why this question is relevant but he answers truthfully.

"Yes. We are."

"For how long?" The healer is not judging though.

"Long enough. Since he is a new joiner."

"I see... how are you two physically? As lovers?"

???

"When would be the last time you two have...?"

"Not so recently. I have been sick." The healer nods, he vividly remembers this kid pushing him out of the way to treat the Prince. He seems not to recognize the healer though. "Then now he is sick... so...up to our normal... way too long."

The healer smiles understandingly. "Were you two fighting?"

Tharn gulps but nods.

Tharn is keeping a hand on the wall... So even if Tharn is facing the other side, Type knows Tharn is there.

"This might seem far-fetched. But he is having a Lovers' Ache. There is no proper medical prognosis for this and even the concept is mostly considered archaic. Are you two affectionate now?"

"Very much so... but sex is off the table. He is really tired and sick..."

"Of course! Of course! Affection need not have to be sex, Prince Kirigun. He needs to feel loved and maybe do not ignore or leave him. It will be okay soon. I am sorry I am not bringing a mind-blowing diagnosis here."

"No... quite the contrary. The other day Empress has been telling about jubs." Tharn blushes bright.

And the healer seems to be impressed.

"That is a proper advice. A solid one. You can start from there... but if it leads to... do it gently."

Tharn nods. "Thank you so much... Let me..." Tharn must give this kind man something.

"Much appreciated, Prince but the Empress has specifically requested no remuneration. When you two are feeling well, please do visit our new museum of medical discoveries. Your Highness's and faen's esteemed presence will be more than enough, if it is not too much to ask."

"Consider it done."

The healer goes happily and the first thing Tharn does is kissing the soul out of Type.

It is relieving to see Type getting breathless of a kiss instead of coughs.

"You got nothing. You are just tired. The healer said." Tharn says.

Maybe Type got his Lover's Ache because Poofai but... he is here now. He will do whatever it is needed.

Type giggles and slaps Tharn's biceps. "Didn't I tell you?"

"You did but you have to think from my end Taiii..."

Type nods.

In a few days the sickness is reducing a lot but occasionally Type will still get some tiredness but now that Tharn knows how to attend to Type, he is not worried.

Yet, the temperature is back when Tharn has to submit his questions for an exam. Roughly a few hours but...

"Babe... I will be back soon... as soon as I can..." Tharn reassures Type for the hundredth time and Type is physically alright and understands. "Keep your messenger bowl ready. I will leave messages."

"Focus on your work. I am alright. And Techno is here..." Type hides under the blanket and cherishes the kisses on his head.

With a sigh Tharn leaves, making 'No promise that he would reach out the moment Type cries or his fever shoots up.

Type takes his medicines on time and drinks whatever Techno pours into his mouth.

"... and I am telling you Type... Haza stares right at the rat and comes running to me! He is a cat! And he is expecting me to save him... HIM?!... Finally, I threw the piece of cheese I had with me and the rat left us... Phewww! He misses you though... I told him you are a bit tired and we will come home when your fever goes down."

Type will not admit it aloud but he loves having 'No here.

His chatter... his way of saying the stories... his presence in general brings so much light to his world.

He is one of the best things ever happened to Type. Yes, there is Tharn but... it is different.

'No just... he is so special.

"Ohhhhh... I joined the leather ball team... at least I do not suck at it. They are thinking of making me the captain. They should. I rode the Dean's ass so hard to hire us a good coach! The ball does not fall into the net on its own Type... We need to kick it! And we have to run after it! These dumbos just stand there and expect the ball to..."

There is someone here.

Type looks at the door and a short while later a knock is followed with a timid 'May I come in'.

'Nope.' Type wants to say but he bites his tongue. This is not his home or room to kick Saint out.

His skin suddenly feels so prickly and for whatever reason, this does not feel like his home anymore.

Coming to think of it, this is not his home or anything.

"Have you cleaned my room, 'No?" Type hears himself ask and his heart suddenly feels so heavy.

"Spotless. Me and Saint did it... so much nasties you have Type... but you have been sick... so..."

What in the...

Before he can ask further, the guy shows himself in.

"I come in peace!" Saint lifts the snacks packet he is holding and there goes Techno switching sides.

Huff!

"I saw Tharn. He is worried sick. So... I thought I would also be here. Just in case..."

'Just in case you want to hide my body?' Type wants to ask but he keep his mouth shut.

Saint checks if 'No is in the kitchen and confident that he cannot hear anything now, Saint blabbers.

"Tharn and I are not boyfriends! I am his brother.... well by heart any means. Just different parents!"

Type is known to have a meanest resting face and he is thankful, his shock is not visible.

"His parents are my godparents. His maes took care of me too..." Saint wrings his hands together. "I mean, I used to live with them for a long time... My mae and Phor had to move overseas for some business and I spent many years with the brothers. Before Thanya was born... I... uh... Likewise, Tharn stays with us all vacation. He is my mom's favourite child."

Type merely blinks as if these words are not making his heart elate of happiness.

In his defense, he does not know what to say?

What will he say?

That he has been jealous this whole time?!

Right?

He would rather rot.

Saint sighs, covering his face. "Type, you have to trust me. Tharn is as thick as a rock! He... but you are no better!" Saint peeks through his fingers. "I am his beloved cousin, Type... He is a bit fonder of me than others because I cannot fight. So, he just goes big brother on me! Say something, Type. You are making me nervous! I swear to Godess... we are not that way. It is so ewww..."

"P'San told me you were faens." Type shrugs and a jolt of pain goes through his heart. "And your faen broke up with you also when he found out..."

Any other time, Type would have enjoyed the lightning struck face on Saint. He is always put together and... and... so rich...

"WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD HE!!!"

'No comes running with a ladle, his eyes bulging out.

"P'SAN TOLD TYPE THAT ME AND THARN ARE FAENS!"

"Yikes!" 'No says right away. "It is more believing to say if it were Tharn and me." He scrunches his face.

"My ex... he is an insecure piece of puddle and he, well... he went ballistic seeing Tharn's picture in my room. He squeezed the life out of me by choking me... I... I mean last time, it was Senpor Posi! Can you imagine? Yeah, the magician! He saw a literal ticket to the show and decided he was faen!!! I..."

Saint pulls on his hair.

"He put your hands on you?!" Type cocks his head and Saint freezes.

"You cannot tell Tharn. He will go feral..." Saint pulls his chair closer. "I had a feeling you had some nonsense stuck into your head. Me and Tharn... brothers. You can ask anyone in the family. Ask Thanya if you have to..."

Type shrugs. "I do not care. He sleeps with me every night. You do not get that with him." Type smirks but Saint does not raise to his bait.

"We all sleep together. You should visit us during vacation. Mama Mild says we are piglets in a swarm. But Type... we are all brothers. Except for Zee... He is... well I do not like him. He does not like me back... everyone else is family."

"That is coz he has a major crush on you!" 'No winks.

Type just takes a deep breath.

"And I will have a nice talk with P'San!" Saint crosses his arm with a huff.

It is quiet after that. 'No brings some board games and Saint's snacks... it is fun.

Once Type warms up to Saint, he understands maybe the boy is not that bad.

It is not his fault that he is so pretty and rich... and by the way the game is going, intelligent too.

Some people have it all.

As promised, Tharn rushes back the moment he is done with the university work to see the trio playing some cards.

Type notices Tharn ruffling Saint's head. "What are you guys up to? He should not be stressing."

Tharn sits as close to Type pecking his head and peeking in to the cards.

"What are you playing?"

"We have no idea... 'No changes the rules every moment. Thanya does it better."

"I so do not!" 'No says before dropping a card that is actually 'illegal' as per the new set of rules.

Calling out would drag this game forever. So, when Saint looks at Type, he receives an understanding smile and they play along.

After three consecutive wins by 'No... Type feels drowsy and Tharn lies him down properly.

"You need to talk to your faen... He thinks you and I are an item." Saint says as they try to make something edible for dinner.

Tharn snorts.

"I am serious. You need to tell him. Clear any doubts."

"There is no doubt. He... has his heart broken by that girl." Tharn shrugs.

"Girl?" Saint scowls.

Tharn gives a painful smile and Saint smacks his head.

"His heart is broken by you, you big idiot! Talk to him! Why is this so difficult!"

They have their dinner in silence and when Type comes in, he sits on Tharn's lap to be fed.

Saint rolls his eyes so hard, it can be used as a mechanical fan for a few days.

"I think your good looks beats your stupidity." Saint farewells both Tharn and Type and leaves with 'No on tow.

Type is running around cleaning their kitchen and Tharn wonders if it is the same boy who has been sick the whole day.

"I am thinking may be go to class tomorrow." Type hands him the bowl to dry off.

"No."

Simple as that. Type is not well enough to stand properly and it is not like they have classes now. They have their papers to be submitted which they can do later.

"I have my kids to train. They already suck big time." Type tries.

"I have been assigned to that class and they love it." Tharn has assigned the regular class to Max. He just needs to go their once a while.

The kids love Tharn because they play around. For a feral Wizard, Tharn cannot give a stern eye to a kid. Then how will they learn a thing? Always fooling around.

Tomorrow he is going anyways. He cannot just ignore his responsibilities just because he has a mild fever.

He informs Tharn of such and there he goes all worried.

And... it is not like they have been doing any strenuous activities. They are lying on the bed most of the time.

Type is not liking it; not one bit.

So maybe... maybe he will drag his fingers up Tharn's sides when they hug... or linger a bit when they kiss... surely they can make this a bit more interesting.

But no!

He simply pulls away with a smile and covers Type in the blanket.

He does not want this blanket.

"Do you not love kissing me?!" Type asks and cringes inward.

God! That sounds desperate.

But desperate times!

"What!!! Me? I love kissing you! You... what are you talking about?!" Tharn is by his side in a moment.

"Then kiss me properly you idiot!" Type will smack him soon.

But every time they do fall in the rhythm, Tharn will pull back just a little and Type has to push him to the bed and take the lead.

"Babe..." Tharn groans, trying to stop Type from grinding his crotch so hard. "We... maybe we should stop."

Type nods, getting down. He understands.

Maybe it is not Saint. But... it definitely is not Type.

He has seen them hugging; Tharn and Saint. He walks him to the dorm. Maybe Saint is not reciprocating the feelings but Tharn sure does not want Type anymore.

He turns away from Tharn, gulping down the emotions and hides under the blanket. He will not cry though. It will be too embarrassing.

When Tharn leaves the bed, Type takes a deep sigh and scoots far away, practically squishing himself to the wall.

Tharn when he comes back, plasters himself behind Type hugging him tighter. "Why are you so far away! Scoot closer."

"Why do you care?" Type should really stop speaking up his mind. "I am going back to dorm."

Type starts flailing his arms and limps to get out of the blanket but Tharn as soon as he gets over the shock, traps Type back to his hug.

"Kitten... I do not care you are sick; I will spank your butt red if you keep this up! Lie down and rest for heaven's sake!!!" Tharn finally traps Type under him and not making sense of what Type is babbling about, he swallows the words with a brutal kiss.

He is the very inch of his control and Type being a brat is not helping his 'hard situation'.

"Lie the fuck down. You won't handle me if you make angry, Type!"

"Like what?! You do not even like lying next to me." Type pouts and kicks.

"That is it!" Tharn roughly turns Type around, and pulls down the lose pants Type is wearing. Type holds to the bedsheet with a dead grip, anticipating the delicious pain as his head is squished on Tharn's white pillows...

"Count with me to ten, Kitten." Tharn rubs his rough hands all over Type's smooth ass and his mouth is literally salivating.

Type nods eagerly and by five, he is delirious. Tharn rubbing the sting away after each spank is not helping his situation either.

"You were aching for this weren't you, brat?!"

"Y... yes... please..."

The ten comes way too quickly for both of them and Tharn lies on top of Type to get a breather and calm his heart and... other equipment.

"You..." Type mumbles to Tharn's lip. He loves having his Puppy's weight over him. Lazy Dog is now his favourite position; and the name fits perfectly.

"Hm?" Tharn asks trying very hard not to 'poke' Type anymore but... it is a losing game and he needs to get up soon.

"I am aching for you..." Type clarifies placing a kiss on Tharn's cheek.

Tharn's world stop rotating for a moment and everything focus on the purring Kitten under him.

"Do you?" Type asks whispering.

"Huh?" Tharn blinks stupidly and the Kitten giggles.

He feels the claws reaching under him and before he registers the situation... Type is begging him to fill him up!

"B... but you are sick and tir..."

"Shut up and fuck me Tharn!"

So, he does.

As soon as his brain catches up and demands him to slow down, Type does something to make him crazy... like clawing his back or... whimpering and moaning his name.

"Tharaaa..."

He will seek remorse and redemption later. This sin he will take the responsibility for.

Enough is enough.

His heart is already through too much.

His teeth sink to Type's throat and his beloved shivers and spasms under him as he reaches the climax.

Just as Tharn tries to pull out, Type locks his legs around Tharn and begs him more.

The world goes dark, followed by too intense colours and he falls on Type passed out.

What feels like an eternity later, Tharn wakes up to Type cuddled next to him... The smooth leg is thrown over his stomach and he rubs his hand cherishing the feeling.

Type has the best beautiful legs and thighs.

And tummy...

And waist...

And chest...

And the long slender arms...

And that ass...

Tharn loves the pretty pink colour and his hand marks. Type is not going to doubt him for a very long time.

He needs to clean his beloved up... and get him the dissolvers.

"Don't go..." Type mumbles when Tharn moves. Despite his protests, Type joins him in the shower to clean up.

Tharn circles his hand around Type's waist to keep him steady...

"I am coming with you." Type says adamantly when Tharn suggest going to bring the necessities.

"It is too late and it is cold outside. You are sick and you need to rest."

"Well, then let's go tomorrow."

"Babe we did not use sheath..." Tharn dries Type's head. They change the bedsheet covers and Tharn tries to put the stubborn Kitten back to their bed. "It will be riskier. I will go and come back quickly."

Tharn rummages through the drawers expecting at least one dissolver they can use. But the one they have, has expired because it has been too long they have actually met like this.

Despite his best efforts, Type is walking next to him covered in his coat and mufflers... It is either this or Type willingly drinking the expired medicine.

Tharn sighs, pulls Type closer and gives a hard annoyed smooch on Type's forehead. "You need to start listening to me."

"Why would I? You listen to me, then!" Type circles his hands around Tharn's waist.

His Kitten is so cute.

They reach the market next to their university that has round-the-clock stores. Tharn buys whatever Type points him to and he buys some toys and treats for Hazard too. He misses the little cat really.

Then they get the things they actually have come here for.

"I am tired." Type says when he cannot breathe properly on the way back.

If Tharn could spank Type again, he would have. This time he glares down until Type whines pulling his hand.

Sigh!

'Told you so' will not help anyone in this situation, so Tharn simply bends down for Type to climb up for a piggy ride. Type oh-so-kindly volunteers to hold the bags.

On the way it starts drizzling too and Tharn has to stop under a closed library's shade, so his Kitten would not get wet.

"Are you mad at me?" Type gives a bite to Tharn's biceps but receives only an annoyed huff! "DON'T BE MAD AT ME!"

"I am not mad at you. I am annoyed that you do not listen to me." Tharn pulls him closer. "It is so cold and it is raining. You haven't recovered fully, baby."

"Well... I feel better today than any other day." Type says honestly. "So, stop sulking."

Tharn shrugs. "You never listen to me anyways. Why would it matter?"

"Come on, naaa... sorry. How about I stay put tomorrow? All day sleeping. I won't go to the classes."

"You will."

"I won't. I promise." Type starts pressing kisses along Tharn's spine and...

"You stop it right there... or I won't be held responsible for my actions." It is a fair warning.

If anything that makes Type even more playful.

Type puts on a show of taking the dissolver of the bag, open the container and... tips the whole thing to his mouth.

Type might be the one drinking it but Tharn sure is the one who is swallowing seeing all the action.

"I mean... the effect lasts a few hours... and... the rain is not stopping." Type pulls Tharn closer by pulling on his scarf. "Where is my adventurous Puppy hiding?"

Nowhere.

He has been here the whole time.

Rain is one of the best aphrodisiacs there is...

But this time Tharn takes his time... and he loves how needy Type is being...

Warm... tight and... needy.

"Please... Tharaaa..."

"Please... what?"

Type is not listening to him anymore. Just a few random pleases here and there but... his name...

His name...

Tharn licks all the way from Type's neck hollow to those succulent lips that is on the verge of bleeding.

"Kneel down..." Tharn demands and Type does... with a whine and the pleasure scrunch on his face is so seducing.

His hand grips the hair so tight and Type moans.

Fuck!

Those lips are now stretched against his rod and Tharn throws his head back trying his best not to spill.

Type stands quickly, pulling him closer begging to be filled again.

"Say my name, Kitten!"

And Tharn's name is cried through the heavy rain and as it starts to slowly reduces to a drizzle... Tharn too pepper soft kisses on Type's cheek as they come down from their ecstasy.

The lips are now bleeding and Tharn loves that...

Type starts limbing as they leave the cozy but dark place and Tharn is ready to carry him again back to their secluded cabin.

Does he miss Poofai?

Where does that question even come from? Yet, it does.

Out of nowhere.

It has no business at this time but insecurity never has a proper entrance, does it?

"You okay?" Type gently presses his palm on Tharn's cheek, worriedly. "I am fine, you know."

"Are you really?" Tharn asks pressing a kiss on his palm.

"Yeah... I may have a cough here and there but... it is normal."

"Not that... just fine... in general." Tharn gulps.

"Of course. Why would you ask? Puppy, if you would not worry sick, I would have come to class tomorrow."

Tharn smiles but it does not reach his eyes and Type frowns. "What is it?"

"Nothing... nothing."

"Spit it out!"

"No... it is just... the healer is worried about your health and he has asked me to keep you happy." Tharn does not know what to say.

"You have made me happy... so happy." Type blushes but giggles and hugs his neck.

Tharn gently caresses Type's head.

What right does he have to be angry if Type really wants Poofai? Type, from the beginning of their relationship has been adamant that this... whatever that is going on between them is casual and just sex.

It is Tharn who promised to be with him despite the times.

And what does he do? He ignores and tries to leave when Type finally finds some happiness.

Type never lied or gave him a promise.

Tharn did. Promised him love and trust and... just left when things got difficult.

"You know that I am sorry, right?"

"Sorry for what? Tharn you are getting on my nerves. Spit it out, already!"

"No... don't be mad Kitten... just... you know... you and Poofai..." Tharn winces when Type's eyes narrow.

"What does she have to do anything? We broke up."

"I know... I know... but the healer... he says maybe all this mental agony has made you kind of sick..." Tharn tries.

Type chuckles, pauses and the chuckles some more before starting to laugh clutching his stomach.

"Agony of what?!"

"You know you two broke up. You cannot ignore the pain like that."

Tharn is speaking from experience sadly. The pain numbs your brain and boom, you are not using defense against a petty rogue necromancer and almost dies.

"You and your healers are silly. I am fine." Type chuckles.

He follows the Puppy watching him filling up that weird tumbler with warm water for Type to drink.

"Maybe... but just you know... maybe you two should talk... try if it works between you two."

Type's blood runs cold. "Are you tired of me? Do you want me to leave? Is that the sudden interest in her?"

"What no!!! No!!!" Tharn does not know why his eyes are stinging as if he is about to cry. "I am saying... she should mean a lot to you if you fell sick like this... and I am here anyways. I will always be here, Type."

Type is watching him intently.

"You... I cannot give her what she can. I can... bottom... if that is what you want but... that is about it..." Tharn rubs his hands all over his own body. "Everything else... no..."

Type raises his eyebrows. "You? You will bottom for me?"

"If that is what you want. But the point is you need to talk to Poofai and tell her that you have been... affected by this... separation."

"I see..."

Tharn nods and to his horror, a tear escapes his eye. He notices Type staring intently at that dropped tear.

"Lie down." Type points to the bed. "Let me see how P'Tharn 'bottoms'."

Tharn nods. He has had an idea about that. Before Tharn, Type never ever even tried penetration. If Type can do it. So can he... Just through another channel and people has been doing it for so long.

Even it is something Tharn very much enjoys... maybe not on himself but... big whoop!

Anything for Type.

Type takes his time, pecking every inch of flesh as he disrobes Tharn... "You would do anything for me?"

Tharn takes the hand that is now tugging on his waistband. "Yes. Anything. Even if it means being your faen, when you choose Poofai. I... am not going anywhere. You just... nothing."

"Tell me!"

"If you can try not to do it in front me, I would much appreciate it." Tharn gulps. He is in pain but now he has that peace that comes with this revelation. "You can be with her, Type... just don't... forget me..."

Type pushes Tharn to bed and Tharn willingly turns back.

All his muscles are bunched in stress and Type can see how hard he is trying to relax.

Pressing kisses on Tharn's spine and rests his cheek on Tharn's shoulder blade. "You are so stupid Tharn."

Tharn nods but does not counter.

Type sighs. "I... I never want to top you. I do not think I ever enjoyed anything more that what we do in the bedroom... Anything."

Tharn gently turns around, adjusting Type who is still sitting on him.

Type wiggle and straddles Tharn's stomach, playing with his abs and chest. "I... do not want anything else other than this... ever."

Tharn does not trust himself to believe those words. "I do not mind."

"You do mind. You are as possessive as it comes. And... maybe I am too... I cannot maybe... touch anyone else..." Type hugs himself, feeling so vulnerable.

Type knows Tharn is not believing him.

" 'We' did not break up." Type nibbles his bottom lip in nervousness. "It was my decision. I broke up with her because she meant nothing to me. I was escaping from you... I was falling deeper and deeper and... I..."

Poofai is not a girl who has lots of friends. She sits alone, works alone, studies alone... broke up with her one and only boyfriend because she is too uptight and un-funny.

Type has found her an 'easy' target.

Anything to get away from that episode... his hair changing, his eyes revealing itself and... he thought he could not do that.

What would his community say?

What is he doing here?

Everything engulfed him and he chose the coward's way out.

"... she tried everything but... that day she invited me to her room and tried to seduce me. She was pretty... really pretty. Was wearing that skimpy dancer outfit that had more holes and nets than the fabric. I would not lie... anyone remotely a top would have..."

Tharn is hearing everything intently. Is he dreaming?

Maybe he has actually died from that necromancer's attack. He is dreaming this because he is hallucinating, isn't he?

There is no way, this is happening.

"... she tried, Tharn... tried. I pushed her away because... it felt weird. I could not think about anything but you. You. You and only you. One moment she was trying to sit on my lap, untying her lace brallete and... I pushed her away and... told her, I was not into her... I already have someone in my mind."

Tharn is dumbfounded.

Even dreams would not be this fictitious.

Type chuckles. "She asked right away if it was you."

Tharn blinks and Type leans down to peck his lips. "Then what happened?"

"She slapped me right across my face." Type shrieks in laughter.

"What? What do you mean she slapped you! Where?!" Tharn frets cupping Type's face, sitting up. "What!!! HOW DARE SHE?!"

"Seriously Tharn? Seriously?" Type shakes his head. "This whole story and that is what you caught on?"

"She slapped you!"

"Well, what do you expect? The girl was sitting half naked on my lap, trying to get her supposed 'boyfriend' to touch her boobies and he says... "oh... I think I am in love with someone else"... I deserved more than just a slap!" Type snorts.

Tharn blinks. No way this is happening. He has not actually heard what he is thinking, right? No way.

Nu uhhh...

"What?" Type scowls. "It was a swat."

Tharn is still staring at him as if he has grown two head suddenly.

"Come on we have had better fights in the combat ring! The slap was nothing. Stop overthinking!"

Tharn shakes his head. "Yeah... but that is..." Tharn clears his throat. "... different."

Type rolls his eyes. "I owe her an apology. A proper one. I gave her dreams. And... it was not nice. Come with me?"

"Oh yeah... I want to have a real nice conversation with her."

"Tharn she weighs a 50 soaking wet. Leave her alone." Type hugs him, yawning. "You worry about yourself mister. I cannot believe you gave me your ass. You have the cutest ass though... but I love something else more... Hehe..."

"Type... babe... are you actually okay? That is all I want to know." Tharn will die if anything happens to his Kitten.

"It was you idiot. The agony I felt, if that is what is causing this stupid fever... it is you. You being stupid and getting struck by that necromancer spell! You would have..." Type's throat dries.

"Nothing happened though. You were there. You saved me... I am fine, Type..." Tharn assures.

"Of course I did! You ain't dying that easily. I have plans for you." Type gives him sharp bite on his lips and muffles a yawn behind his palm. "You tired me out. Do not think any nonsense okay? She is... she is a nobody in that sense. But we will apologize... coz she did not deserve anyt..."

Type falls asleep in the midst of his sentence and Tharn stares at the sleeping beauty.

Him.

It was him.

"You big idiot" Saint's words ring his ears.

It is him!

Type is in love with Tharn!!!

Him!!!