The cough sucks, making his chest hurt but it isn't the first or last time Mick has hidden or buried pain for the sake of another. He reaches for the water at the bedside table, swallowing down cool water and coughing raggedly at the temperature change. He sags back, regarding his partner. His best friend. His first love.
"Don't remember you gettin sick Lenny," he offers weakly. And that doesn't stop Mick from curling closer, from pressing his feverish forehead against his knee.
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Date: 2018-02-11 02:30 am (UTC)"Don't remember you gettin sick Lenny," he offers weakly. And that doesn't stop Mick from curling closer, from pressing his feverish forehead against his knee.