"I'm always rig-" he doesn't have time to finish his sentence as the thermometer beeps "Jesus Christ, 103°f fever?" He laughs "I thought you never get sick?" He sounds like a know-it-all

He discards the thermometer somewhere on the floor of the living room. "there I go thinking you were actually immune to common colds" he quips

He looks at you, furrowing his brows when you look at him pleadingly "what? Oh, oh no, I'm not taking care of you, I'm not some personal nurse!"