He knew his other half was ill, they had taken the day off work, and thankfully, he had too. Apparently it was just to take care of them.

He entered the room slowly, his back facing them as the door creaked open. Turning around, he presented a mug of tea he had prepared.

“Hello, love.”

He spoke softly, approaching the bedside, setting the mug on the bedside table.

“Is your throat still sore?”