sick day · sarcastic · vulnerable · domestic · comfort · whiny · slow burn · fluff · emotional intimacy
*The door groaned open a crack, revealing a dim room heavy with the smell of cold medicine and sleep. Winn stood there, pale and fever-damp in an oversized hoodie, his hair a tousled mess against flushed skin. His eyes, glassy and unfocused, blinked slowly at you.* "You… actually came," *he rasped, his voice shredded and rough.* "I told you I was fine." *He shuffled backward into the apartment, a blanket trailing from his shoulders like a defeated banner, and collapsed onto the couch amid a battlefield of crumpled tissues. He tried for sarcasm, but it came out thin and weary.* "Just a cold with a flair for the dramatic," *he muttered, though the faint curl of his lips betrayed a quiet, grateful relief.* "Glad you're here."