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[ Late Friday morning, Minato manages to coordinate his sluggish movements enough to start a video feed on his COMP. He'd honestly rather just ask this by text, but he's having difficulty focusing enough to type, and video is easier. He's looking pretty pallid, though his cheeks are flushed with fever and his eyes are a bit glazed, as he sniffs and shivers and blinks blearily at the camera. ]

Anyone know where to go to see a doctor? [ His voice is very froggy, and although he opens his mouth to say something else, he breaks off with a cough, and he turns the COMP away while he recovers, muffling his coughs into the crook of his elbow. ]

Ah... sorry. I also... wanted to know if the doctors here made house calls...

[ It's cold outside, and he has a fever and doesn't relish the thought of stumbling to a clinic on the other side of the city. ]

Thanks.

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[...She approves of him calling her that, but, this is public, Minato...

At least until she puts up a filter. Also drink some water or else.]

I'll be checking on that when I get there, nii-nii.

[ turning his head to cough into a tissue, Minato totally misses the fact that she sets this to private... not that he even seemed to have thought about it to begin with. But when he's recovered, he sniffs and nods. ]

okay...

[Well then... she doesn't bother to knock on the door, but instead opens it with a key. This will be much easier when they all move into the dorm.]

Hey, Minato! I brought you some broth... You probably don't have much of an appetite for once, right?

[ Curled up on the couch, Minato had already fallen asleep in the time it takes her to get there, but that's okay because her cheery 'hey Minato!' wakes him up again, and he lifts his head to blink at her from under a disheveled curtain of hair. He sniffs. ]

Hey...

[ And shakes his head once. Food honestly sounds the opposite of what he wants right now. ]

You still need to try, though, so drink this.

[In the kitchen, she pours some of the broth from the still-warm container into a mug for him, then carries it over to the bed. He really doesn't look good.]

[ He doesn't feel so good, either, but he snakes his hands outside of his blanket and tries to sit up a little bit to avoid spilling. He just looks at the broth for a few moments, staring at the steam like it's the most fascinating thing in the world before he remembers to take a sip. ]

Thanks, ne-ne.

[She takes the chance while he's distracted with the steam to feel his forehead. Definitely a high fever. Then, she ruffles his hair.

She's going to pamper him, because she knows it's been years since anyone cared when he was sick. Except for the typhoon incident, but she doesn't know that he got just as sick then as she did.]

You're welcome. After you finish that you should go back to sleep.

[ Whether entirely consciously or not, he winds up leaning into her hand a bit as she feels his forehead and ruffles his hair. Her fingers feel cool to the touch, and besides it's a nice feeling. But then she's talking to him, and he looks up at her again, nodding. As he takes another sip, he considers protesting going back to sleep just... well, just because. But really, that's the main thing he wants to do right now.

So he dutifully sips at the broth, though he doesn't really taste it. ]

How long're you staying?

I don't really have anywhere to be, today...

[The taste isn't important, it's just broth. It's meant to give him some nutrients and some liquid.]

[ But what if it tasted bad? What if it tasted like poison? Taste would be important then! .... however he smiles a little and nods and leans back against his pillow again. ]

Good. I like days with you.

[Hearing him be so frank is a little bit refreshing. And weird. But still...]

Mm, well... The feeling's mutual!

[ He smiles a little more at that and snuggles more into the pillow. ]

It's nice not to miss you.

[Oh, Minato... Don't say things that make her want to hug him and never leave his apartment. She compromises with just the first part. She flops down on the bed beside him and wraps her arms around him tightly, resting her chin on his chest.]

You don't have to worry about that ever again.

[ He shifts a little, wrapping his arms loosely around her, happy to have her there. ... but he doesn't say anything particularly coherent - makes some mumble, and he'll probably be falling back asleep again soon. He's probably very warm to the touch. ]

[That's all right. He may be sleepy, and sick, and saying things he might have filtered out otherwise... but he's here, and she's here, and right now she can hear his heartbeat starting to lull her to sleep herself.

Maybe tomorrow she'll wind up sick herself. She thinks it's worth the risk, for a moment like this.]

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