((I passed out and took a nap...)) Lelouch blinked. 'A friend? Nobody besides Suzaku...' his thoughts faded and he nodded slowly. "It could have been a number of things, including the kind of food I've been eating lately. But oh well...I'm better..."
"That’s all that matters dattebayo! I’m glad you’re feeling better, Lelouch." To see the dark haired male walking around provided a sense of comfort.
My muse is dying and nothing can save them. They just want to be held during their last breaths. What does your muse do?