"Yeah, well..." He leaves it at that, just settling on the bed with a shrug if his shoulders. With Mick's head in his lap, it's easy to see the glassy look in his eyes that's a clear sign of his sick he really is.
Leonard reaches to card his fingers through Mick's hair. "Sucks you're sick..." He wrinkles his nose as the idea of it. Being sick is totally the worst. Especially something as awful as the flu. "Are you keeping food down, at least?"
He can feel the fever settling over him just from running his hand over Mick's forehead. "And aren't you supposed to sweat a fever? Shouldn't you be under more blankets?" That's what he remembers from visits at his grandparents, which stopped years ago, when Lewis realized Leonard preferred to be there instead of at home.
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Date: 2018-02-11 03:01 am (UTC)Leonard reaches to card his fingers through Mick's hair. "Sucks you're sick..." He wrinkles his nose as the idea of it. Being sick is totally the worst. Especially something as awful as the flu. "Are you keeping food down, at least?"
He can feel the fever settling over him just from running his hand over Mick's forehead. "And aren't you supposed to sweat a fever? Shouldn't you be under more blankets?" That's what he remembers from visits at his grandparents, which stopped years ago, when Lewis realized Leonard preferred to be there instead of at home.