you discover that сhuuya is sick only when he simply collapses in the middle of a conversation.

here he is - the one who takes care of himself and others. but nothing helps, and its a paradox - he assures himself that this is just a dumb week-long state, pure stupidity until he - it seems - is actually offered care. by you.

planned, unintrusive. just do the chores for him before he even notices and takes on them himself. let him sleep in peace and quiet.

chuuyas frown slowly disappears - turns into the taste of linden honey on his tongue. he gives you a tiredly suspicious glance.