One on One with @Starry

"No problem." He whispered back, starting his playlist.

Skye sighed, leaning back and listening to the music, trying to think about how he'd get home tonight. He sighed, knowing he'd probably end up curled under a duct on some rooftop, or in a back alley tonight. Lovely… More risk of infection… he thought. Heck.. with how bad my first aid kit is I wouldn't be surprised if it were infected already..`

Micheal hummed, fidgeting slightly.

The bus ride seemed to go quickly, and Skye didn't bother trying to get off, figuring it'd be best if he took Micheal up on his offer.

Micheal smiled at him, before fidgeting with his sleeves.

Skye sighed, but managed a weak smile in return, before going back to watching the city outside. He was still trying to hide the fact that the noise from the bus was giving him a migraine.

The bus stopped, and Micheal stood, holding out his hand. "That's our stop!"

Skye took it, suddenly gripping it and the seat tightly as a wave of dizziness hit him. Finally he realxed, following him slowly.

He led him toward the house, forgetting that he didn't drop the other's hand.

Skye followed him, focusing on not blacking out as his vision went fuzzy

He stepped up to his door, unlocking it. "Hang in there…"

Skye nodded, leaning against the wall, feeling utterly horrible.

He nudged the door open with his foot. "Aaaaaaaaaand we're home!"

Skye nodded, sliding down to the floor in the hall, feeling like he was about to puke and about to pass out as the room began to spin.

"Shit." He muttered. "Uh-"

Skye stayed quiet, focusing on breathing and not passing out, hugging himself as his stomach lurched.

He jogged over to the kitchen, grabbing some plastic bags and running back. "Here."

Skye took one and puked, though most of it was bile from not eating.

He blinked a bit. "Feeling any better?" He asked, crouching down next to him.

Skye leaned back against the wall, his leg felt like it was on fire. "No…" he said honestly, feeling absolutely horrible.

He reached out a hand. "Come on, all my stuff's in my room." He said gently. "It's just a few feet."

Skye took it, stumbling into him slightly as the room started to spin again.

He pulled him closer, pulling the other's arm around his shoulder. "C'mon, you can do it."

Skye nodded, whimpering slightly as the room spun, his leg still burning with pain.

He nudged his door open, guiding him over to the bed. "Almost, almost…"

Skye let the other guide him, barely managing to keep his balance as they walked, dizziness taking over.

He laid him down gently. "There…"

Skye curled in on himself with a slight moan.

"Do you mind if I check it out?" He asked softly, referring to his ankle.

(His calve…)
Skye looked up at him, nodding slightly, signaling that it was okay.