Sickness was a curious thing; overnight a nasty bug could maoe a healthy person become horrendously sick and forced to stay in bed. But, despite knowing whatever Tango had could have been contagious, Jimmy was adamant to stay; for his Rancher.

He cooed softly, wishing he could do anything to take the other's poor pain and sickness away; to allow the other even just a second to breathe properly without a stuffy nose and a wheezy cough.

"There, there..."

The canary hybrid chuckled weakly, not finding any actual amusement in it. It was more a laugh of pity and sympathy. Jimmy carefully fixed the blanket around the older man, wanting the utmost comfort for the man lying back against his chest.