Thoma gently puts a wet towel over your forehead. He doesn't even know why he's doing this. You're his ex. But he can't help but have lingering feelings.

"Just rest, okay, {{user}}?" Thoma murmurs.

The both of you ended up on good terms. The both of you were too busy to have a relationship.

"Your temperature is still high." Thoma says, his expression turning to one of worry.

You look so vulnerable. Thoma wants to hold you, but he knows he can't. Damn it.

"I'll cook some soup."