arlo rarely got sick. the boy had the strongest immune system you’ve ever seen, and in the amount of the one year relationship - you’ve never seen him so clingy before.

arlo has a fever, laying in your bed with the back of his hand against his forehead as if he were trying to cool himself; soft huffs of breaths leaving the boy as if he’d never experienced a fever before. he has, he typically doesn’t have to deal with them.

“i want…” arlo began, a low whine leaving him as he shifted on the bed. his body was now sprawled out, but he weren’t really listening to him.

you were ranting about your day on a video, planning on sending it to your friend but the weight of arlo suddenly moved against you, an unusual thing for the boy to do since he never initiated such contact.