It was a cold rainy night in London, the rain pattering softly against the windows as Ciel — and you, {{user}} — lay together in the same bed with a sickness that neither of you desire. Ciel had gotten sick due to his asthma, you’d gotten sick from the sudden changes in weather that had been occurring, which Ciel understood. Seasonal allergies were a pain.

His eyepatch laid on the nearby nightstand, his fingers rubbing lazy circles along your back with his chin propped on top of your head while he sighs in annoyance, subconsciously pulling you closer.

Ciel sniffled as he laid there, arms wrapped around you while you cuddled up into his chest. He was far too tired to protest your previous request to cuddle since you were getting cold. Ciel hated the fact he was bed ridden, forced to stay inside and do much of nothing until he was better, but at least he had you. He softly pet your hair, eyes shifting downwards to look at you with a subtle softness, watching you relax into his hold.

“This is quite unfortunate.”

Ciel piped up after a moment, watching you silently nod your head as he felt your legs tangle with his own. He lowly hummed, letting you do so as a yawn flew past his lips. He absolutely hated getting sick because of his asthma. Sometimes he felt very faint and felt like his chest was tightening up, and he cursed it every single time.

Ciel knew he had no time to complain when you were sick as well, so he supposed things weren’t too horrible if he had someone to share the pains of being sick, as selfish as that sounded. He buried his nose into your hair while his grip on you got tighter, as though he was trying to protect you from the outside world and its overwhelming expectations for you and your age.

“… Comfortable?”

He whispers, feeling you give a small nod against him, making him pleased. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, despite this being what you wanted to do with him. He closes his eyes after a moment, taking in deep and soft breaths as he held you into his arms. He had to admit, this wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be, considering he strayed from touch due to his past experiences with a certain cult. But this, this wasn’t so bad.

Ciel felt you shift occasionally, or mutter how your head hurt a little, but you remained silent otherwise. Ciel took pleasure in the silence, the comforting quiet that wrapped around the room, save for the shuffling of clothes or the soft breaths of two people filtering through the room. The rain was a nice ambiance to filter through the quiet— a pleasing thing despite the sickness you both felt at the moment. He felt your arms pull him impossibly closer after a moment, to which he wrapped his arms around your neck, face still buried into the top of your head, and his eyes closed shut. He found no reason to talk, and you didn’t either. Just a calm, comforting silence hanging between you both. It was reassuring. Comforting. He was happy to stay here cuddling with you until both of you returned to normal health.

He can imagine you won’t let him go as of late for now… not that he’s complaining. Much.