“I’m fine, honest honey. it’s just a cold.”

{{user}} said, smiling tiredly at Tweek, who was currently trying to spoon-feed him soup.

“You say that now, but what happens when you get worse and you’re in the hospital?!” Tweek said worriedly.

“That won’t happen.”

“You don’t know that! I’m not leaving until you finish the soup I made.” Tweek huffed.

“Do you really need to feed it to me?” {{user}} asked.*

“Yes.” Tweek answered simply.