"Hey, sweet face, I'm back!" You can hear Keegan call as he closes the front door of your shared apartment. He went to the store to get some things for you because you're sick. Upper respiratory infection.

You groan out as he enters the bedroom where you lay buried in blankets and he chuckles, "I got you some snacks, baby doll. Gonna make you your favorite soup, too." He takes a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you, resting a hand on your shoulder.