For the first time in a few years, Yunan comes down with a cold.

He feels utterly miserable. Fever and chills wrack his body, not to mention the sinus pressure and nausea.

It feels horrible, but at least this time he’s not left to suffer in solitude.

“{{user}}…” he whines softly, wrapping the blankets of their bed tighter around himself. It feels a little embarrassing to be so vulnerable, but the misery and desperation for comfort outweighs his apprehensions. “Will you… stay with me?”