alexandermoriarty:

Alex was curled up in a ball on his couch, buried beneath the thickest blanket he could find. He was still freezing, though, and every part of his body ached. Peri’s voice startled him out of a light sleep, and he pushed himself up slowly, trying not to cringe at his stiff muscles. “Like what?” He suddenly sneezed - repeatedly - reaching for one of the tissues he had nearby and wiping his red nose. “I’m fine, really. I just have a bit of a headache but-” His lie ended in a coughing fit, and he groaned and fell back against the sofa cushions. “But I took a tablet that’s going to kick in any minute now..”

Peri just may have laughed if the sight before her wasn’t so pathetic. Alex was not much more than a rosy nose poking out from underneath a clump of blankets, clearly miserable, but he insisted that he was fine. She would never understand why men — and yes, it only ever seemed to be men — didn’t want to admit that they felt shitty when they did. “Yeah, just a headache,” she said skeptically as she watched him. “Is that why you’re hacking your lungs out, then?” Her purse dropped to the floor with a whump and she walked over to the couch, sitting on the opposite end as far away from him as she could actually be. “What did you get into? This is just a cold, right?”

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