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Apo is curled into Owen's side as the non-sick one of them goes through his camera roll, presumably attempting to save storage. Apo's mind feels fluffy, and this headspace is wonderfully fostered by the fluffy blankets that are wrapped around him just like Owen's arm is wrapped around his shoulder. And it's warm so, so comfortably warm. They know that eventually it will become uncomfortable and make them sweat, but for now, he stays oh, so comfortably warm.
Eventually, Owen's hand makes its way to Apo's hair as the latter is in a drowsy state, where he's just awake enough that he's not quite sleeping. Owen scratches Apo's scalp and the base of their horns. The way that his nails scratch against Apo's head strips the extra flakyness that is in Apo's hair due to lack of energy to shower but is still gentle enough to not hurt him is nothing short of relaxing.
Apo basks in the affection as they'd do with any of their friends. He knows he'll only remember it vaguely but nonetheless attempts to remember every part of this fluffy moment.