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Stepping out of the room, Rivers quickly made his way across the hull to the room he'd been using before the storm crash landed them. During his walk he noticed that luckily there wasn't any serious leaks and most of the interior seemed undamaged which meant they'd be able to use the equipment inside to keep themselves fed and warm until they were rescued. If they were rescued. He tried to shake the last thought out of his head while he rummaged through his bag until his his hand closed around a small pill bottle. As an athlete he often overworked his muscles and Advil was something his father had suggested he keep on him at all times, he gave a quick thank you for that before heading back towards where he'd left Roswell.

Upon reentering the room he couldn't help but stare at Roswell relaxing on the bed in his boxers, taking a moment to appreciate the sight. While his gaze was running across the athlete's body he did notice the bulge in Roswell's black boxer shorts and as soon as he noticed a knowing flush heated his cheeks. Grinning, Rivers ran a hand through his hair and leaned across the bed to pass the Advil into Roswell's good hand.

"Don't worry about it," Rivers told him, standing back up. "I'd rather you be comfortable."

Not needing to take his shirt off since he'd taken it off in the forest to tend to Roswell's wound, he simply slipped out of his torn shorts so he was in nothing but his own white boxers. The bed was small but they could both fit as long as neither of them cared about cuddling, which he didn't in the least. He moved forward and relaxed on the spot that Roswell had patted, laying on his side to face Ross. His fingers traced along Roswell's good arm, green eyes looking into blue. "Do you feel better?"