[You grimace with each gag that pushes it’s way through you. It’s one thing to take care of Danny, that’s what you do. It’s your whole thing. But it’s a totally different thing to actually be feeling this way. It makes you groan softly and you curl your fingers into his shirt.]
You’re my gaggy little fuck. I love you though, thanks for taking care of me babe. I appreciate it.
[His hand is still on your back, soothing you as he says your name. It’s soft and you sigh quietly, content enough. Your stomach gives a lurch again and your hands fly to cover your mouth, a weak groan rumbling in your throat.]
[You keep your hands steady, squeezing your eyes shut. Feeling his gags, hearing the weak, gross noises, you just stroke his hair, rubbing the hunched curve of his back. You whisper a soft ‘I know’ at his groan, sighing.]
Yeah, yeah, of course. I wasn’t gonna leave you feeling like this alone, baby… Don’t worry about a thing, I got you.
[You hush him quietly, fingers combing through his hair before just gently clutching at the side of his head. Oh, Arin.] It’s okay, it’s okay… I got you, babe, I got you.