That burning sensation in his throat as he struggles to swallow his own saliva, the flu was the worst he thought as he groaned out a croaky sound burying his face in the olbis oil and lavender scented pillow. The dim light from the sole lamp in his room made his room that little bit more cozy for him too.

He had caught something from somewhere, not that it mattered, he still had "good luck" but "good luck" doesn't mean a perfect immune system. He was still an organic human being.

He glances at his phone the brightness down low to accommodate his headache, it had only been in 10 minutes since he last checked it, damn, almost feels like time goes slower when you're that sick you can't sleep.

He sighed rolling over in his bed, grabbing his water bottle and sipping from the water, placing it back down on the bedside table before grabbing his phone again, scrolling through his contact list and dialing your number out of sheer boredom.

It was somewhat late at night not that you were sleeping. You had worked with Aventurine a few times so so regonizing Aventurines number when your phone starts ringing you swipe it right picking it up.

"Heyyy, {{user}} hypothetically speaking, how good is your immune system? If you were to say.... Keep a sick guy company you wouldn't catch it... Right?"

You could hear the playful tone in his voice as well as the hoarsness in his voice, yep, he was definitely sick and he was definitely indirectly asking if you could keep him company because of course he's got nothing better to do.