“Oh, shit, hey!" Logan said as he opened the door to his apartment, taken aback by Sebastian's presence on his doorstep.

"It's me?" Sebastian said, looking at him quizzically. "Remember me?"

"Dude," Logan said, offended. "We talked this morning. I'm just surprised you showed up, given all the puking you were doing earlier." He stepped back to let Sebastian into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

"That was this morning's problem," Sebastian said, apparently unconcerned. "I feel fine now. Probably some bad milk or something."

"In your house?" Logan scoffed disbelievingly. "As if your mom would let that happen."

"Why would you even bring up my mom?" Sebastian complained. It was kind of a fair point. The two of them had reached a truce over it years ago. Logan still thought he was right about everything, but it was Sebastian's mom. He guessed probably Sebastian didn't want to hear someone talking shit about here. "Anyway, I feel fine, so I figured I'd show up."

"Sure, whatever," Logan said, leaning against the wall as Sebastian took his coat off and tossed it untidily over a chair. "I wasn't expecting you though, so the pizza's going to be late. I haven't ordered it yet."

Sebastian grimaced. "Can we try some other place? Pizza Town gave us some really stank pizza last time."

"When?" Logan said confused. They'd been ordering from Pizza Town almost exclusively since he'd moved into this place and the two of them had worked out that Pizza Town was a full five minutes closer than the other pizza joint in town.

"I was working on this project for school," Sebastian said, heading into the living room and throwing himself down on the couch. "We ordered pizza and it was gross as hell."

"Whatever," Logan said, following him through the doorway. "You decide then, if you're going to be picky about it."

"It made me sick!" Sebastian said defensively.

"Right," Logan said. "How long have we been ordering from there again? Like, a decade? Did you have pizza this morning too?"

Sebastian glared at him and started flicking through something on his phone.

"Sometimes you just have to admit you have a stomach bug," Logan said, sitting down and putting his feet up on the coffee table. "And then not come give it to your best friends."

"You'd miss me too much," Sebastian said with a shit-eating grin.

"Never," Logan lied. It was, of course, dumb to miss someone he saw multiple times a week, but he was still just a little bit surprised that things were totally okay between the two of them. He'd definitely been willing to believe that Sebastian had been puking his guts up this morning when he'd sent Logan four separate texts about it, but there had been some small part of him that had worried that Sebastian was trying to get rid of him. It would have been more subtle than Sebastian had ever managed in his life, admittedly, but maybe he was learning about tact in college. In his very last semester of college. Stranger things had happened.

"Liar," Sebastian said affectionately. "What do you want to watch tonight?"

"Something dumb," Logan said. "Rough day at work today. I don't want to use my brain for a single second tonight."

"Do you ever?" Sebastian said, nudging Logan with his elbow and laughing uproariously at his own joke.

"More than you," Logan said fondly, nudging Sebastian right back. He leaned back against the couch cushions, settling in comfortably, as Sebastian tried to order food, his constant stream of commentary more a series of complaints about bad website design than actually asking Logan's opinion. Logan didn't really care. There wasn't much that he wouldn't eat, and if Sebastian didn't know what those few exceptions were by now, there was probably no hope for this decade-plus-long friendship.

"You want to pick a movie?" Sebastian said after a while, looking back at Logan out of the corner of his eye.

"Nah." Logan grinned at him. "I'm good here. You can do all the work for once."

"I thought I was too sick to be let out alone?" Sebastian retorted. "Aren't you worried I'll collapse?"

"I'm good," Logan said, and lifted a lazy arm to defend against Sebastian's half-hearted shove.

They ended up watching a horror movie that Sebastian assured Logan had an absolutely terrible rating, and after fifteen minutes of ominous voice-overs that revealed less than nothing except that old houses were – shockingly – sometimes spooky, Logan could believe it.

"Food should be here soon," Sebastian said with a sigh of perfect contentment, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of them, his phone held loosely in one hand.

"Cool, cool." Logan stretched his arms above his head with a yawn, slumping even further into the couch. He contemplated the beers in his fridge for a moment, comparing the effort of standing up with his desire to never move again, and decided to split the difference. He nudged Sebastian's knee with his own. "Hey. If you get me a beer from the fridge, you can have one."

"What a generous offer," Sebastian said drily, nudging him right back.

"I'm a great guy, I know," Logan said, patting Sebastian on the arm.

Sebastian leaned heavily against him. "I already bought dinner," he said. "Get your own beer."

"All right, but I'm only getting one for myself," Logan said, lying through his teeth with a grin that dared Sebastian to call him on it.

Sebastian shrugged. "Fine by me."

Logan laughed. "Have you been replaced by a pod person without telling me?"

:"Eh, whatever." Sebastian didn't seem to care, resting his head on Logan's shoulder. "It's this stomach thing, you know? The smell has not been good for me."

"Huh." Logan tried to keep his tone light. "You said you'd missed out on some pizza a couple days ago. You didn't tell me that your guts went nuclear on you. You've got a real situation on your hands."

Sebastian made a dismissive noise. "That's dumb. It's not a big deal. It wasn't like we were looking to get lit tonight."

Logan would have protested more, but the doorbell rang and Sebastian sprang to his feet as though he was desperately trying to escape the conversation, taking off for the front door. "I'll grab drinks," Logan called after him, getting to his feet more slowly. "You want water or something?"

"Yeah, thanks!" Sebastian called back.

Despite Logan's worries over Sebastian's weird stomach flu, the two of them managed to polish off six take-out containers of Chinese food in record time. The movie they were watching didn't get any better, but Logan was kind of getting into it anyway, or at least willing to let it play out long enough to see exactly how these morons on screen were about to die.

He tipped his head back to get the last sip of his beer during another vague monologue about ghost feelings, and pushed himself to his feet, gathering up the empty containers. "Going to get another beer," he said to Sebastian. "Want one?"

"Not one of those," Sebastian said, wrinkling his nose. "That smells gross from here."

"It's a Blue Lake" Logan said. "We've been drinking it for years."

"Well, maybe I've advanced past your terrible teenage taste in beer," Sebastian said, wrinkling his nose in Logan's direction.

"You keep telling yourself that," Logan said, laughing all the way into the kitchen. From there, he could still hear the faint sounds of the movie rambling on about salt circles, so he took his time throwing away the take-out containers, and digging around in the back of his fridge to see if he had some other kind of beer hanging around that might please Sebastian's sudden pickiness. There wasn't anything behind the ancient jars of mustard, but there was something in a brown bottle behind a bag of onions, that could maybe...

Logan was just about to grab it when the music in the living room changed from twinkly flutes to the screech of synthesizers, followed up by the sound of pounding feet and the slam of his bathroom door.

"You okay?" he shouted, letting the fridge door thump softly shut in front of him. No response. "Sebastian?"

Unsurprisingly, the living room was empty when Logan returned, and from here he could hear the sound of quiet retching in the bathroom. "Sebastian?" he called again, walking over to the door. No reply, unless more retching counted. He tapped gently on the wood. "You'd better clean up after yourself," he said, trying to hide his worries behind their usual jokes. Still more retching. "Are you okay?"

Sebastian's groan of pain nearly made Logan kick the bathroom door in, but he stopped himself as Sebastian said, voice shaky, "Not great, honestly. Give me a minute."

"Okay," Logan said tentatively. "Let me know if I can do anything." No response, but also no retching. It was a kind of improvement. Logan hoped. "You really need to see a doctor, man," he said into the silence. "If I have to drag you there myself. This is getting too weird."