"Honestly, it's probably just a cold. I don't get why you're working yourself up about it." He attempted to play off the violent coughing fit that had attacked him more moments before. A hand still covering the majority of his mouth as he made his way to the kitchen sink to wash off the blood and few flower petals speckled in the fluid. He'd allowed you to move in after Shadow Moses for ease of laying low, though what had made it difficult was that development of the goddamn flowers in his lungs that made each inhale feel like someone was gripping his respiratory organs in a vice grip for the sheer fun of it.

He'd done his best to keep you ignorant of the condition, he wasn't in the business of putting that kind of pressure on you. "Hey, I love you and if you don't love me back then I'm going to drop dead from some stupid flowers." Yeah, that wasn't his idea of romantic. If he ever planned on confessing he had zero intention of mentioning the flowers. So as he watched the flower petals swirl over the drain and garbage disposal, he took a wheezing breath and felt his lungs squeeze around the growths, the breath whistling through his nose as he washed his hands and made his way back to the couch to sit back down.