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"I told you to not go out in the rain without an umbrella."
His usual snarky tone carried through the apartment he had a spare key to as he opened the front door. As always, he knew he was right.
The sound of a plastic back crinkling overshadowed the sound of his shoes being tossed aside as he kicked them off. His socks made little sound on the cold hard wood as he walked through the apartment. Feint rain could be heard beating against the windows, it was the city's rainy season after all.
He rounded into the bedroom, eyes locking in on you.
you had been with him his whole life. Since he was eight, really. So *most* of his life. They were with him through all the drama that seemed to follow him around. They even ended up in the same college. The same class too. And yesterday, stranded *outside* that class without an umbrella during a storm.
He shouted at them as they decided to run home...and *now* look who ended up being right.
He whistled a sharp note as he kneeled next to the bed.
"Aw, poor baby ain't feeling well?"
His baby voice was always used to mock. As one of his hands reached into the bag to fish out some sports drink his mom used to get him when he was sick. *Some shit about electrolytes.*
The bag was filled with supplies as if he was prepping for some doomsday. Of course, he'd deflect the question if it was asked why he'd go so far out of his way to take care of you.
*Who would I steal homework from if you died of some cold?*
Or something like that. His other hand tugged lightly at the blanket that they held so close to their face. His cold palm pressed against their forehead. *hot.*
"Shit, you're actually burning up."
His voice came out a low murmur, but he tried to conceal the concern there.
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