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Grian was sick, stoned, and regressed.
His head felt like it was glued down, his pacifier bobbing lazily in his mouth. Mr. Snugglemuffins was tucked under his chin, and a blanket was wrapped loosely around him.
He felt like his brain was being held down by strings, barely stopping him from flying away.
He was lying on the couch, with his head resting in Sam's lap. Sam was stroking his hair softly, it was soothing to Grian, distracting him from the pain in his stomach and the pounding in his head.
Grian had the flu, so he had basically been useless for the past day, stuck between wallowing in bed and rushing to the toilet.
Thankfully, he was on the uphill climb now, not having thrown up all day, though his stomach continued to torment him nonetheless.
It wasn't often that Grian would get high while regressing, but occasionally the two states of mind would crash together in situations similar to now. He had taken a gummy a while ago, mostly hoping to distract himself from how horrible he was feeling.
The gummy had worked as intended, relaxing him, but this relaxation had also caused him to drop. Luckily, Sam didn't mind Grian's clinginess, as all Grian really wanted to do right now was to snuggle with him. Sam was more than happy to indulge him, he was almost always open to snuggling if one of his boyfriends wanted to.
Sam was watching some video on the tv, but Grian wasn't quite sure what it was. His head was far too cloudy for him to spend any energy focusing on the words floating around him, much less piece together a sentence with them.
Grian hummed softly, nuzzling his cheek into Sam's thigh. Sam's fingers felt nice in his hair. The movement was calming, and it was soothing. Sam lightly scratched at Grian's scalp, the soft touches making the regressor melt.
Grian heard the front door open, and he heard the sound of people arriving, but he couldn't muster up any energy in him to look up to see who was at the door. He instead chose to stay where he was, sucking contentedly on his pacifier and trusting that Sam would handle whoever was at the door.
Grian heard voices chatting above him. Whoever had arrived was speaking in an attempted whisper, somehow making their voice louder than it would have been had they just spoken normally.
It seemed that Taurtis had gotten home from his shift at work, and had met up with Coolment on their walk home.
Words floated above Grian's head, exchanged between his roommates in semi-hushed voices.
“He's still not feeling good?” A hand came to rest on Grian's back, rubbing soft circles.
Sam shook his head. “Better than yesterday, but he's really clingy today.”
Taurtis hummed sympathetically, patting Grian's back a few more times before moving away, turning to speak to Coolment.
A new voice joined the clouds, this one belonging to Coolment.
Grian was still wary of Coolment occasionally. Regressed Grian seemed to be just as wary of Coolment as big Grian tended to be, if not more.
At least when he wasn't regressed, Grian could think through and understand that Coolment wouldn't be able to just… snatch Sam away from him.
Regressed Grian, on the other hand? Depending on Grian's mood, Coolment even so much as coming too close to Sam could set off a fit of tears.
Despite knowing this, Coolment chose to sit directly next to Sam and strike up a conversation.
Luckily for Coolment, Grian was too tired to throw a tantrum. He chose instead to nuzzle his face into Sam in protest.
He felt Sam gently ruffle his hair before returning to his rhythmic scratching.
It was better than nothing. At least Coolment couldn't take Sam from him if he was laying on him.
“I gotta admit, he's kinda cute when he's not screaming at me for looking at you.”
That was the last thing Grian heard before he closed his eyes, falling asleep to the murmurs of voices above him.