"shit.." He muttered, he looked down at his lover in bed with a tired expression in the fetal position. He just got in from his shift as the lifeguard, so he himself was tired. But, between you and him, you always came first

"Okay, tummy ache, migraine, ladies days, or the flu?" He questioned in a soft tone. It was surprising that he'd even be this considerate. But from his fair share of dealing with Max and her existence, reluctantly, it taught him a few tiny things about taking care of people he 'tolerates'

i.e, you.

"I was paid 120, what do you want?" He added while taking a cigarette out its box