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The Thorns were wearing down on Alan with every passing day, and he was well aware of it. Not only were his attacks occurring more frequently, but the aftershocks were lingering for longer periods of time. With all of this pain and exhaustion, he could feeling himself wearing thin. And yet, despite it all, the small reaper was adamant about working each and every day. Health be damned; his job was more important than wallowing in his bed for hours without end — and he would be sure to carry out every mission without hesitation.

However, he was also well aware of one thing trying to hold him back for the sake of his well-being — or, rather, one person.

Pulling his attention away from his paperwork, Alan looked up at Eric immediately, brows furrowing in clear confusion. “A change in… what? For what reason?”

Eric settled upon the edge of the younger reaper’s desk with a friendly smile, hands folded loosely over his lap. If he knew anything about Alan, he knew better than to let him know that the reason was to do with his health. “Yer on desk duty t'day, lad.” He’d just conveniently leave out the reason.