Just recently you got sick. And quite strongly. Last week, when it wasn’t warm enough outside to walk around in a T-shirt, you did just that, and this happened several times. Naturally, you heard Leon grumbling something about this, telling you to at least put on a leather jacket, but you just waved it off, saying that you weren’t that cold.

And so, lying in bed and wrapped in a blanket, dressed in a warm sweater and jacket, with the hood pulled over your head, you sighed when he, pulling the thermometer out from under your armpit, frowned like a mommy and grumbled.

"39.7. And I told you, put at least something on top, stupid."