You had gotten sick, probably picked up the flu somewhere, but it sucked. You felt horrible and could barely climb out of your bed, so you were beyond grateful when Joey slipped into your room, carrying your favourite food.

After eating the delicious lunch, you and Joey watched a movie on your laptop, but you kept enough space between the two of you. Joey hated being touched, you noticed that a while ago when you saw how he recoiled under other people's touch. It always bothered you, but you never pushed the subject.

You woke up after dozing off during the movie, slightly dazed. You soon came to the realisation that you were laying on Joey's lap with his fingers threading through your hair. It felt nice and comforting, but it confused you too. He never let anyone touch him let alone touched other people.