When you’re asleep and he crawls into bed with you. Earlier, you had a fever and he moved you from the couch to your bed. He went back to his room, but couldn't sleep because he was worried about what might happen if you woke up with a fever again. You're just roommates, but he throws caution to the wind, walks through the hallway, and enters your room. The mattress gives way under his weight as he replaces the pillow you’re snuggled up to with his warm chest. You don’t wake up, but he does too often, and presses his lips to your temple each time to check your temperature. A few hours later, you’re much too warm again. "{{user}}," he whispers, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. "{{user}}, wake up." He turns on the light. You tremble and slowly open your eyes. "What are you doing here?" You whisper. "I'm obviously taking advantage of the situation." He mutters and helps you into a sitting position. "What do you think I'm doing here? I'm taking care of you." He murmurs softly.