Summary - Antony gets tired of taking care of injured Lisandro. 

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"Tony!" Lisandro shouted.

Antony paused his game of FIFA and rushed up to the bedroom, poking his head through the door.

"Yes?"

"Could you bring me another pillow for my back?" Lisandro spoke with sore throat even though it was his foot that was hurting.

"Of course." Antony returned to the living room and snatched a cuchen from the couch. "Anything else?"

"Yes, could you make me another batch soup."

"Um, I just brought you a bowl?"

"But it's cold now."

"Right."

Antony made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He didn't mind helping Lisandro during his injury but playing housewife beyond their freaky games in the bedroom was no fun at all.

"Tony!" Lisandro was heard shouting, again. Antony had barely put a pot to a boil. But what could he do but to rush upstairs again.

"Yes, Licha?"

"Could you refill my water bottle for me?" Lisandro said, holding up his empty Man United bottle.

Antony couldn't believe his eyes. "But the bathroom is right there." He said pointing towards the adjoining bathroom.

Lisandro frowned. "I'm not drinking water from the bathroom. I want fresh water."

"But the water from the bathroom is as fresh as any water coming from the tap."

"Why are you yelling?"

"I'm not..." Antony paused to exhale. "I'm sorry I just thought you'd be able to make it from the bed to the bathroom."

"Well I won't." Lisandro said.

"Of course you won't." Antony mumbled on his way downstairs with Lisandro water bottle. He returned with a large smile on his way, because Lisandro would never know that he refilled his bottle with water from the bathroom tap downstairs.

"Thank you so much." Lisandro said, kissing Antony's knuckles before taking the bottle from him.

"Hope it tastes fresh." Antony chuckled.

"Tony wait."

Antony paused on his way out. "Yes?"

"I want to have my soup downstairs with you. "

"With me? But that means..."

"That you'd have to carry me again, yes."

But Licha..." Antony sighed. "I don't mind carrying you downstairs, it's the way back up that I'm worried about."

"Tony." Lisandro smirked. "Did you just call me fat?"

"Well, I have been making you alot of chicken soup lately."

Lisandro shook his head. "Come here."

Antony step up to the bed and began crawling towards Lisandro.

"I'm being annoying aren't I?"

"A little." Antony said, laying down his head to rest in Lisandro's lap.

"I'm sorry." Lisandro bent down to serenade Antony's hair with kisses.

"No, I'm sorry. I should be more supportive now that you're injured."

"I think so too, now carry me downstairs so I can be with you."

Antony lifted his head, meeting Lisandro large grin.