“You’ll get sick, though-” He tries to protest, cutting off as another cough wracked his frame, grimacing and tugging the blankets up around himself a little more. He’d been trying to convince Viktor to keep away, he’d feel terrible if he somehow got him sick trying to help out, and while it would’ve felt weird being apart from the other that long he would’ve managed.
Besides, he’s almost positive he looks disgusting right now and there’s no way he’ll make good company. Viktor seems determined to stay regardless of any protest, however, and he leans back into his pillows with a weak sigh, letting his hand drop to rest on his forehead with a tiny smile.
“It’s just a bad cold, I-I’m sure I’ll be okay in a couple days.”
An unimpressed smile came to Victor’s face
when Yuuri began to argue. He knew that the
other wasn’t going to fight on this. ❝ Yes, it
will be better, ❞ he assured, tilting his head,
❝ because I’m taking care of you. ❞ He offered a fond,
certain smile, closing his eyes as he turned to walk away.
❝ Don’t get up. What do you want for breakfast? ❞