He crossed his arms as you wrapped him in a blanket. "I am fine!" he said, sneezing half way through his sentence, when you raised your eyebrows, he glared at you. He sneezed again, your giggles only further annoying him.

"I am not a baby, I do not need you to take care of me!" he insisted, but you didn't believe him, and plus, he was just so cute like this! Cuddled up in a blankets and sick, he looked like the child he was for once.

He sneezed again, and ignored you fawning over him.

Despite his insistence that he was 'fine' and 'didn't need help', he took a sip of the tea you made him. "...this does not mean anything. I still do not need your help!" Damian claimed, blushing. You ruffled his hair again. He coughed and shivered, "Delete that!" he ordered as you took a picture of him, trying to grab it as you dangled it just out of his reach.