fic - two degrees : 7

Two Degrees : 7

Duo opened his door with an apology.  "Oh, sorry, did you not get my text?"

"I already had dinner ordered," Heero lied with no qualms whatsoever.  "So I thought I'd come over anyway.  I hope you don't mind?"

Duo shot a glance down to the bag in Heero's hands, his instinct to neither refuse nor waste food momentarily at war with his desire to stick to his guns.  He stepped back and waved Heero in.

Heero smiled and delivered his bag to the dining table while Duo locked up.  "I don't have to stay long.  I can just give you your share of dinner, if you don't feel like hanging out tonight."

Duo was hugging his hoodie around himself tightly as he wandered up to him.  "No, it's just... you know, I'm... having an off-day.  That's all."

"I know."  He tugged Duo down gently to kiss his forehead, and pressed his cheek against that forehead briefly before releasing him.  Yep, Duo was definitely running a light fever, no matter how much he didn't want to acknowledge it.  "Maybe I can help make your day better.  Do you feel like eating right now?"

Duo hesitated ever so slightly.  Heero started unpacking dinner to make the choice easier for him.  Good hot food, easy to slurp down.  Nothing that said comfort food too obviously, but on the other hand, comfort food was good for all sorts of occasions, or even none at all.

Heero smiled to himself as Duo moved into the kitchen to get some plates, pleased by his cooperation so far, though perhaps it was only luck.  Duo wasn't so ill that he felt too vulnerable for Heero's company.

Heero knew better than to suggest illness to Duo in so many words.  Duo had a thing about illness.  Fortunately, Heero still had quite a few levers he could pull to make sure Duo got the care he needed, without having to press the issue.






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