"Micky!" You call, stepping under the awning. "What in the world-" you stopped as he embraced you, shivering slightly and pulling you inside.
"Mick, you're drenched, c'mon.." You dragged him away from the booze cabinet and onto the couch. He sniffled miserably and looked up.
"Whad're you doing?" He asked, his voice congested. You wrapped a few blankets round his shoulders and pressed your palm to his forehead.
"I'm taking care of you, cos you're sick as a dog." You raised your eyebrows at his temperature, but smiled as he shook his head, sneezing into the crook of his arm.
"Babe, I'm not-AIISHHEEW!" He sneezed hugely mid sentence and met your eye guiltily.
"I agree," you remarked dryly, wetting a cloth for his fever. "Now get comfy, cos you're not moving." You kissed his pink tinted cheek and sat beside him.
At first, you just watched telly, his sniffles and sneezes interrupting a lot of it, but eventually he shimmied down and wrapped his lanky arms round your waist. You but your lip in a smile as he nuzzled his face into your lap.
"Sleepy?" You asked, laughing as he shook his head.
"Nah, nah I'm just hot.. Ho.. Heh'SHIEWW!" He sniffled and wiped his runny nose on his sleeve. You pet his hair back and smiled sympathetically.
He made a face at this, but leaned into your touch, snuffling. His mouth eventually fell slack as he fell asleep, letting you kiss his pink button nose, which in turn made him sneeze before snuggling tighter into you.