Closer, Let Me Whisper in Your Ear [Closed to Steve]

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Four days later, a slightly-less-miserable Miku pulled herself out of bed finally, dressed and cleaned herself up appropriately, and made her way to medical.

There, she was told that Steve had been released, and made her way back up to the crew quarters where she was (fairly) certain her boyfriend was being held. She still felt snuffly and like warmed-over death, but it was much better before, when she seemed to be playing sinus shougi with her nostrils and wondering if hanging off the side of the bed would make her feel better (or just run all the gunk into her brain and put her out of her congested misery).

Maybe, she thought as she knocked on the door, the two of them could finally have that talk. At least this time there was no bubble wall between them.

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Miku nodded, "I'm still sick, you know. I don't want to get you sick somehow, either." Funny how that passing of germs went, and Miku was probably okay now... but, better safe than sorry.

She didn't sound like she had a plug in her nose, at least. "I'll see you later, okay?" Miku squeezed his hand.

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"You shouldn't worry about getting me sick," he pointed out, but he wasn't about to argue that yes, she should stay in his room. Even if it was very comfortable and kind of nice, actually verbalizing it sounded terribly embarrassing.

He squeezed her hand back and managed an odd little half-smile. "See you. Feel better."

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"But I do!" Miku squeaked, her voice breaking. "Ahem, I mean, I do." Her smiled widened and she slipped her hand out of his.

"Sleep well, okay?" Miku gave him a short, quick bow and turned to the door. There were more things to think about now, like she'dsleptwithaboyshe'dsleptwithaboyshe'dsleptwithaboy...