it was almost amusing to see the ethereal vessel turn into such a baby with the flu. though he didn’t like the idea of being pampered, he was totally taking advantage of your care during this time.

when you walked in, he was shirtless in bed with sweat gleaming his skin. you walked more into the bedroom, a warm cup of tea in your hands.

"my head is killing me" vessel groaned, him accent very apparent, his eyes meeting yours as you came closer to him.