Maybe you made him sick, maybe he made you sick, neither of you really know.

It was not something big, just a good hard cold, resuming your day with tissues and hot milk with honey.

Oscar hold you close to him, sniffing from time to time and breathing quite heavily throughout his mouth. Your little head is tucked under his neck, your state not so different from him.

It’s almost 11am but he’s way too lazy to get up, his muscles sore from the sickness.