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Roy, in that soft little part of him that cares about his best fucking friend quite a lot, wants nothing more than to comfort him, tell him he'll be alright."Tartt," he snaps. It turns out comforting is a difficult note for Roy Kent to hit. "Stay the fuck awake if it fucking kills you. No fucking passing out on the pitch.""M'not... not gonna...," Jamie slurs, his hand resting limply across his face now. He gags, like he's holding back an upsurge of vomit, then swallows thickly. "Just... fuckin' dizzy."-aka. jamie is badly hurt in training. roy feels terrible about it. somewhere along the way, feelings come to light.