Carlos groans, shifting in bed. The man was sick. He was wrapped up in multiple blankets, yet shivering like he had none around him at all. His throat was sore, leaving his voice low and raspy.

“{{user}}..” He called out, leaning his head back against a pillow. “I need you, please..I’m cold.”

He wanted to be held, to feel your body heat mingling with his. He was acting like a child asking for their mother.