Luka took in Reno’s smirk and threw a pillow at him. Reno didn’t bother dodging it, letting it hit him right in the face. He gave Luka an affectionate look, put the pillow back in its place, then left to make breakfast, leaving Luka to pout for a while before trying to get up and shower.
He felt better after pancakes, fruit, and coffee, and spent the rest of the morning lying on the couch with a towel under his head while his hair dried. Reno sat on the ground on the furry rug in front of the sofa, which Luka had learned by now was one of Reno’s favorite spots in the flat.
He had a guitar plugged into a small practice amp and Luka would have thought he was showing off if he didn’t know Reno just played like that. Occasionally, he’d pause, jot something down into a notepad by his side, then start a section over. Sometimes he’d play the same riff over and over, until his fingers remembered what they were meant to do correctly and it reminded Luka so much of how he practiced art—drawing the same objects repetitively until he understood their forms—that he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of listening to Reno practice his music.
When Reno finally set his guitar aside and tucked a blanket over Luka, Luka was already dozing off. He barely remembered Reno kissing him goodbye, promising to come back the moment Luka might need him.
When he woke up again, he tossed the blanket off of him and sat up, his skin sweat-slick again and his head reeling.
He felt like he’d been hit by a truck.
“Fuck," he swore to himself and pulled himself up and off the couch to find the thermometer again.
When it clocked his temperature at thirty-eight point nine he dropped it onto the bed with a groan. He was officially sick, andthe sudden cough that hit him proved the point, like it was the punchline to a joke.
Hikaru
38.9 :( I promised I'd tell. Please don't leave work – I'll be ok
Oh no ?~?
On my way, I will rescue you.
Won't they be mad at you leaving on your first day back?
Maybe…
( ?? ? ) they will survive
Luka sighed and dropped back down onto the couch, throwing the damp towel to the ground to pick up later.
Joy
Hey wyd tonight? Jennifer said she got table service at Oasis, said she knows the DJ wanna come?
I got a fever, making my man take care of me (he's forcing care on me lol)
aww that sucks. I hope you feel better fast.
Wait, don't you leave tomorrow?
excellent question.
biiiiiiitch….stay in london. didn't u say ur bf would like, keep u
he's not my bf yet but yes he would
'not my bf' my ass. this is why i hate men
Stfu
Feel better xoxo
The door popped open and Reno came in, peeling his face mask and his hat off as he took off his shoes. In his arms were several shopping bags that Luka recognized from the pharmacy down the street.
He leaned over the edge of the couch to kiss Luka’s forehead before saying, “I really do only have a bit. I gotta get back, but you need meds.”
“I probably could have gotten them myself.” Luka put his phone on the table and made room for Reno to sit on the edge of the couch. He let Reno retake his temperature, then fuss over everything to his heart’s content. He showed Luka the different medicines he had, made him choose between the ginger ale and the Sprite, and tried to cover Luka with the blanket again, but received a lot of resistance in return.
