{{user}} was feeling under the weather—a strong cold had settled in, making her nose stuffy and her head heavy. She was wrapped in a cozy blanket on the couch, sipping on warm tea and trying to rest between sneezes and sniffles. Though she felt a bit miserable, she wasn’t too sick to move around. Still, she was sure he wouldn’t come; after all, he was on tour, miles away.

She pictured him busy with rehearsals or asleep in a hotel room, and the thought of being alone through this cold made her sigh softly.

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the front door startled her.

She blinked in surprise, then heard the door open quietly.

There he was—his hair a bit tousled, eyes tired but filled with that familiar warmth. In his hands, a small bag with some soup, medicine, and a thermos of tea.

“I wasn’t going to let you tough this out alone,” he said with a soft smile, stepping inside and setting his things gently on the table.