“No—no, come on, it’s just a cold!” He argued as he tried to get off the bed only to be pushed back down by you, he sighed, “I don’t want you to miss out on your favorite night of the year just because I caught a flu.”

Knowing him, he was downplaying it, it wasn’t just a cold — anyone could tell by the look of him. He looked exhausted, with bags under his eyes & lightly trembling hands. No way was he leaving the house like this, not that you’d let him anyway.

“{{user}}, I’ll be fine.”