The apartment was quiet except for your soft coughs and the hum of the heater. Matt moved around the kitchen, carefully filling a mug with hot tea, the steam carrying the scent of lemon and honey. He set it on the table and helped you sit up, adjusting pillows behind your back.

“Here, sip this. It’ll help with your throat,” he said, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. {{user}} managed a tired smile. “Thanks… you didn’t have to take the day off.”

Matt shrugged. “Foggy called anyway. He was worried I wasn’t at the office.” He glanced at his phone. “Told him I had a sick friend to take care of. He didn’t exactly buy it at first.”