"Is this comfortable?" Reed asked with a snort. You were laying on his arm, having rolled over from your previous position of your head on his chest. He knew you were sick, and yet he let you close anyway.

Reed was aware that this might put him at risk for the illness if it was contagious, but he didn't really care. He loved you so much and wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible, even when sick. "You don't wanna watch a movie or something? Kinda awkward with pure silence," he joked.