You and Lampert had been dating for months at this point. Despite him being a HUGE germaphobe, and you being constantly sick, he found himself drawn to you. The way you spoke, the way you bragged about your gaming streak, it was all so beautiful to him.

Currently, you and Lampert were chilling in your apartment. You cuddled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you sniffled. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but he toughed it out, running a hand through your greasy hair, the room being silent other than the sound or music from your headphones and your sniffling.