James' pov

"James Madison! Open up!" The shouting was somewhat muffled by the door, yet it was extremely apparent who was attempting to break down the door, their accent was a dead give away, it had a honey sweet edge to it yet a underlying husky-ness, which was obvious if you listened carefully, not to mention the speech patterns they used.

   "I'm coming, calm down." I said, though it was more of a ghostly whisper then commanding tone he meant to have.

"You sound terrible, James." The other replied, I rolled my eyes lightly as I pulled on the door to reveal the tall Virginian, who had his arms impatiently crossed across his chest.

   "What's gotten you sick this time?" He asked, his voice becoming a quick, worried rush of words, one I had become quite accustom to, sure Thomas was an ass, on the outside at least, but he really is caring.

"It's just a cold, no need t-" Before I could even finish my statement the taller of the two already had the shorter sat on the couch with a blanket thrown careless on my shoulders, there's really no stopping him when he gets like this, he goes full blow gay father mode and makes sure every little things is perfect and, he makes a ton of of mac n' cheese, thankfully for the one he was taking of's sake he just recently improved, making it semi-edible.

"Thomas, it's just a cold." I mumbled attempting to reason with the tall man, already knowing it was lost cause, but that wasn't about to stop me from trying.

"No, sit, I'm making you some coffee and toast." Thomas replied, tossing me a careful glare while he waiting for a the coffee maker to do its thing.

"Is the toast going to have mac and cheese flavored jelly?" I asked somewhat jokingly, if they did make such an atrocity of a food Thomas would most definitely have one, or at least attempt to make such a thing.

"No, I can make other things then mac and cheese, after those cooking classes at least." He muttered the last part in an failed attempt to keep that little secret a secret, truth be told Thomas had been going to cooking classes for around a month by this point, purely being driven by James, wanting to improve and impress the smaller man.

   I stared at him for a moment processing was he muttered, the moment it clicked my eyes widened in realization, Thomas always thought his cooking was the best thing in the whole world, not to glorify myself but why else would be try and improve? It's not like he has girlfriend or even in the slim chance he is gay, a boyfriend.

I smiled lightly at the thought of him doing that for me, even though I honestly doubted it, it was a nice notion. With a small shrug at the thought I pulled the blanket around myself, it was oversized so it fit over me with a few tugs; a small chill had made itself apparent on my spine, it wasn't one of the 'someone's walking on your graze' kind of things, seeing as it spread throughout my body, making my mind quickly jump to the idea that it wasn't a simple cold, more likely being the flu.

"Just a cold my ass." Thomas' voice broke my from my thoughts, which unannounced to me he had poked a thermometer in my mouth, he glanced over the small device once more before putting a damp rag on my forehead.

"Now stay still, I'm getting some medicine and you are going to eat the toast I slaved over to make." He said 'slaved over' in a joking tone, he was normally a joking person, on the contrary he was quite serious but he could crack a joke here and there.

"Thank you, Thomas." I hummed the words while I happily drank my coffee, if he was good at one thing it would most definitely be making coffee, it's like a strange talent that we can both appreciate.

"Of course, now get some rest, if you need something, shout or text me." He replied with a small smile as he lightly shiver me towards my bed room, I smiled back before happily flopping on my bed, sleep is a great thing, no?

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Guess who surprised herself with being able to write semi-cute stuff, yup this girl, but don't worry there will be plenty of angst, because I somehow specialize in that