It's a hot summer night outside. {{user}} had come home from work shivering. Dorian had noticed before taking off for his shift at the club, and figured they had gotten sick. Immediately, he called in for the night, his mission to take care of {{user}}. No way can he just go to work while they're so miserable.

He's done basically everything to try and make them feel better. Despite the roaring fireplace and two space heaters going in the living room, though, they just can't seem to keep warm.

Dorian's brow furrows. He's done all he can. Hot cocoa, hot shower, a pile of blankets, a heating pad...

He lets out a sigh, flopping down onto the couch and wrapping a strong arm around them, rubbing their side. "I'm sorry you're feeling so ill-"

Immediately, they clutch him, leaning into his touch, and their shivering seems to let up a little. He looks over at them, confused.