stress was eating dream inside when fundy found him curled up in bed. his body was tangled in with multiple blankets and despite the vast amount, he was still shivering from some unwanted chill. he felt the back fundys hand press against his forehead, for which dream was too tired to react in anyway but a groan. following the touch, he felt soft fingers brush away the strands of hair that dared to lay over his eyes, just in time to see fundy lean down and kiss his head.

"you're burning up," he whispered, looking down at him with his soft amber eyes, this wasn't fair. "how long have you been feeling ill?" fundy asked.
dream only buried his head deeper into his pile of blankets.

"babe, no, please look at me."

"you're, supposed to be mad at me," dream murmured, half awake.

"no," fundy shushed him. "well, yes, I'm upset, but I'm more worried about you right now." he pulled the blankets further up to dreams chin and watched him before getting back up. "I'm going to go make you some tea."

dream, however, reached out for fundys arm. his grip only tugging on the sleeves of fundys jacket. "don't go," dream whispered.

"I'll be back," fundy said. he slipped off his jacket and handed it to dream. the sick one bundling up the article of clothing and holding it close to him. the scent of the forest and all its fresh leaves filled his stuffy nose, he breathed in the smell of fundy and closed his eyes.

fundy had eventually come back in with a warm mug, he noticed that dream was already fast asleep so he just rested the cup on dreams nightstand, pulling up a chair and getting out a book to read in his past time.

dream would randomly stick out his arm at times to grab the air. only during the fourth time, when he had managed to knock the book out of fundys hands, did the ginger realize what he wanted. he held his hand gently and littered small kisses against his knuckles.

"I brought you tea," fundy said, only receiving a weak nod from his partner.
dream shifted, lazily looking back up at him. "I'm sorry for everything, I should've—"

"not now," fundy cut him off. "finish your nap and we can talk about this when you're healthier, alright?"

the blond nodded promptly. "I love," dream yawned halfway through, "you." and the god kept his hand in the fox's, holding it close to his heart.