As Rosen laid down, Long blushed slightly.

Rosen blinked, wondering if it was the meds- nah, who was he kidding? It was obviously him. I mean, he was drop dead gorgeous after all. "Do you think I'm hot?" he asked Long as he turned on his side to face him.

"Yur warm..." Long answered.

Rosen sighed a little, "You're a little cold," he noted as he wrapped an arm around Long.

Long was quiet for a moment before asking, "Ar you gunna hurt me?"

Rosen blinked, "Didn't I just say I hate pain?" he replied, a little irked.

"You 'ate feeling pain," Long elaborated, "but o'ters in pain ish di'berent."

"No," Rosen disagreed, "It's not."

"Ten why'd 'chu do dis?" he asked.

Rosen blinked, "You're not in pain, right?" he clarified, looking around from another vial.

Long snorted a small chuckle for no apparent reason. "... Yur hair ish weird," he decided.

I'm on fire," Rosen stated, a little tease in his voice.

"Fire?" Long asked. "Ish tat why yur warm?"

Rosen chuckled, "Yep, I'm very hot."

Long blinked. "Does 't hurt chu too?" he asked.

"Huh?" Rosen asked, "Oh, my hair? No, it doesn't." He paused, "Does it really look that weird to you?"