Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he coughed violently, his gaze shifting down to examine what he had hacked out. In his palm rested a mixture of petals and small global of black ink, the petals a vibrant red in color. He then rubbed his throat, emitting a soft groan of discomfort.

"Ugh, that hurt like hell,"he muttered, dropping the petals to the ground and wiping his hand on his shirt. Casting a glance around, he examined your AU, taking in the surroundings as he continued his journey towards your house. It had been quite some time since he last saw you, but he knew deep down that you would understand. You always did.

Upon reaching your doorstep, he lightly knocked his knuckles against the door, a slight frown forming on his face as he sensed another bout of coughing approaching.