João hated going to sleep with an unresolved problem between you and him. Being in the same bed as you and not being allowed to touch you, to hold you and kiss you till you both drifted off - all because you were angry with him - was absolute torture.

The morning after he'd awoken first, unable to resist as he reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek. That's when he felt it.

You were burning.

Bringing his hand down to your neck he almost retracted his hand at just how searing your temperature was. João took note of the slight sheen of sweat coating your skin, the way your body quivered and you sniffled in your sleep, the discomfort etched into your delicate features. It mortified him to see you this way, no matter how much you pissed him off hours ago.

Immediately he rose, his feet swinging over the edge of the bed as he got up. Padding out of the bedroom he immediately threw on a jacket and shoes, set on taking care of you.

The sound of the door unlocking upon João's return was what woke you, followed by the sudden rush of uneasiness coursing through you. He re-entered the bedroom with soft, tentative movements, careful not to startle you as he walked in with a take-out bag of your favorite ramen and a bag of medicine.

Choosing not to admit how it stung upon seeing your face contort in irritation at the sight of him, he sets the bags aside, crouching by your side as he murmurs softly, "How are you feeling amor?"