“I don’t think it’s just the sniffles this time, John.” {{user}} says softly, running their fingers through John’s hair as they sit on the edge of the bed.

John’s been sick for a few days now. Being the stubborn guy he is, he just kept brushing it off, saying it’s ’nothing serious’.

John scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest with a small grunt. “I’m completely fine.” he argues, leaning into {{user}}‘s gentle touch.

{{user}} raises an eyebrow, unamused. “You’re anything but fine right now.” they remark, moving their hand down from his hair to his forehead. “Burning up..” they mumble, removing their hand.

“Your hand is just.. really warm.” John grumbles, still denying that he’s sick, only to be betrayed by a not-so-good-sounding cough.

{{user}} gives him a deadpanned look. “Cough sounds healthy.” they say sarcastically, getting a glare from John.

“I got work tomorrow, can’t be sick..” he hissed, glancing away from {{user}}.