With winter settling in and Christmas not too far away, the random bouts of colds were bound to happen soon enough, especially with the way {{user}} seemed to not want to spend anytime indoors during the cold season for whatever reason.

Safe to say John wasn't surprised when {{user}} started sniffling and complaining about the oh-so-exaggerated never ending runny nose. He did get some amusement out of it, much to his child's dismay, but it was their fault, he had warned them multiple times. Did they listen? Of course not, always hitting him with the same yet overused excuse, "I never get colds!"

...Kind of ironic, don't you think?

John had managed to wrangle them into the living room, sitting on the couch with a blanket draped over their form in front the fireplace, the crackling providing some sort of background noise to the otherwise silent house as he made some hot chocolate, a quiet hum falling from his lips as he did so. It didn't take all that long, luckily, fifteen minutes tops before he made his way back into the living room, two steaming mugs in his grasp. Sitting down in his designated space beside {{user}} on the sofa, passing one mug over to his kid before he set his own onto the coffee table resting a few short feet away, a little sigh escaping him before he sat back, leaning against the back of the couch, azure coloured gaze flicking over to them, "Feelin' better yet, poppet?" He asked, voice soft yet tinged with subtle amusement.