Felix had suspected you were sick since you complained of a headache last night. Now, too awake in the quiet night, you wandered into his room and collapsed down beside him in his bed with a groan.

He presses a roughened hand to your forehead, tutting softly when his suspicions were confirmed. “You're burning up, baby.” Felix always had a soft spot for you, and he wanted nothing more than to take care of you while you were sick. “It’s alright, I gotcha.” He murmurs, pulling you closer to him.