Victorian

(XD that's what I thought you meant. I was confused for a second but I understood after a bit)

James shook his head "It's my job." he said and got up, stretching. He headed to the kitchen to make everyone tea

(I dont even know why it changed it. )
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Titus sat up slowly groaning a bit but watched James walk off pouting.

(I don't know. it happens)

James sighed. He was so worried about Titus but he shouldn't let it get this bad. Will always said that worrying over his friends would be the death of him.... though with how bad the sickness was getting he still doubted it.

Titus bitbhisnlip and looked at his bloody clothes. Looking toward the kitchen he wished of James. He did not think James would stay with him. Highly doubted it acually. Titus wasn't a good type of person. He wasn't someone you should settle down with but he couldn't only dream of having James b

From the kitchen you could hear him coughing gently, like he does when his body was running out of "medicine" and he either had forgotten about it, due to other things going on, or he was being stubborn and refusing to take it.

Titus frowned at the coughing. He looked down and got up slowly pushing himself. He hissed him pain with every step but made it to the kitchen. "Y-you need to take your medicine"

James looked at him "and you need to sit you rear back down. What do you think you're doing getting up?" he said worriedly and pulled a chair out for him.

Titus huffed and sank into the chair with a grown. "I would rather you not die" he said to him.

James shook his head "I'll be fine." he set a cup of tea in front of him on the table.

Titus too the tea carefully since his arms were weak. "No you need to take it James" he said sternly.

James didnt reply, just went to cleaning up

"James I can't loose you" Titus said quietly now looking up at him with pleading eyes.

James sighed, slightly annoyed "You don't seem to get it Titus. It's killing me. You're going to lose me no matter what"

Titus looked at home and sighed "I know that James" he said and pushed himself up limping away from him to go back to the couch.

James stared out the window that was above the sink. He sighed. He knew he'd been harsh but Titus wasn't his mother and needed to stop treating him like he was. James knew when to take his "Medicine" but what was the point, he was running out of time and he was going to die within the year anyway. He shook his head nad headed out of the house

Titus stared blankly and looked at his bandaged chest and frowned. He heard the door and frowned grabbing his knife and started to sharpen it like he did when he was annoyed.

James sighed and pulled his jacket closed as he walked. He went to his normal spot, where he always went when he was upset, the place he had taken Tessa the day after they had saved her. The bridge on the north side of the city, away from a large amount of people. He leaned on the railing and watched the water

Titu stared at his hands willing them to glow. But they wouldn't. They haven't in years. He shook his head and tucked his sword away. He pushed himself up from the couch slowly and groaned a bit before re he headed out to the fire escape.

James toke a deep breath "my life sucka"

Titus climbed down and limped through the town until he got to the Thames and sat down the ground watching it.

James shook his head and laid down, wanting the end to come faster

(I don't know what to do...)

(Idk. It up to you)