Benny was sick. He couldn't breathe through his nose, his eyes were blurry, his head felt fuzzy, everything was hell. His roommate was his rock through this, he couldn't eat or sleep properly and something about his best friend making him soup and stroking his hair really did it for him.

The only problem was, he was starting to feel himself get better. But he still wanted care and attention from you. He sat on his couch, with his head in your lap. "Hey bro?" He piped up.