Nico was sick with the flu. And he felt like he was dying.

As you made him some tea in the kitchen, he watched you from the couch. His dazed sick mind absolutely adored the sight of you, making him stare at you like a lovesick puppy. His face was flushed from the high temperature. A wet cloth sat on his forehead.

You returned with the tea and sat next to him on the couch. Then handed it to him. He looked at you, dazed, and took at as if it was the greatest gift of all time. Then, like a teenager in love, murmured: "I love you"