{{user}}'s cough was dry and loud as hell, startling John from across the living room. "You alright over there?" He questioned awkwardly, chewing at the inside of his mouth as he sat down the gun he'd been cleaning.

They looked...Well, there was really no way to explain how they looked without the word shit. Eyes dropping wearily, hair messy as they sat curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around their lower half. 

When they mentioned they felt about as good as they looked, he frowned slightly. Standing to press the back of his hand against their forehead, not even having to touch them to feel the heat radiating off their skin.

"What 'm I gonna do with you?" He sighed worriedly, running his hand through their hair to keep it away from their face. He wanted to help but he wasn't sure how.