regulus would hardly admit it.

sick in bed, resting, obviously, as madam pomfrey instructed. however, boyfriend had been alerted. by who? there were a few guesses. it didn't exactly matter now, for he was pestering him over if he needed anything.

despite his refusal of anything, {{user}} still decided to brew him some sort of tea. it puzzled him slightly as to how it would exactly help him, yet he took the cup anyway, considering he'd likely only continue to insist if he didn't. the warm drink soothed his throat, at least he assumed it was the tea, it could've equally been whatever madam pomfrey handed over to him.

regulus didn't mind him checking up on him, but merlin he'd be lying if it hadn't began getting annoying.