I wrote this from a prompt I made myself, I'm super proud of it! I guess this is a bit of a gift to Ari? My wonderful friend, I hope you like it, it was so fun to write!! <33

It's actually possible to write wholesome Intrulogical whoa--

Anyway, enjoy!!

Ship: Intrulogical

Remus Prince was sick. 

It wasn't with the usual coughs or sniffles, either. It was some kind of horrid disease that made you want to throw up in the toilet every so often just to get the disgusting feeling out of your stomach, gave you awful headaches, and had you hacking up your lungs ever five minutes. 

That... doesn't sound too far off of the flu, actually. 

Anyway. 

As I said, Remus was sick. 

He was sprawled out on the bright summer-squash yellow couch he and his twin bought when they had first moved into their house, trying not to move and risk upsetting his stomach. Nobody else was home that day, Roman had work and their visiting cousin, Janus, was off eating ice cream with his boyfriend. 

Remus groaned melodramatically, pressing a hand to his forehead. He lazily watched the TV flicker between colors and shapes, a different train of thought appearing with every new commercial. 

"This is bo-ring," he finally complained, throwing the remote down on the floor. "What can I do? I'm so tired..." Flipping himself over, he gazed at the ceiling, watching dust motes float down. 

Maybe if I lay here long enough I'll turn into dust, he thought. Wouldn't that be cool. Pixar should do a movie like that. A Dust's Life. 

He giggled to himself, then sat up and coughed violently, the sound rough in his scratchy throat. Finally giving up on talking so he didn't disturb his throat, Remus lay there in silence, completely and utterly bored. 

But a release from this boredom was about to come, in the form of a tall person with square wire-rimmed glasses and freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. 

Logan Berry walked through the door, tiredly dropping his suitcase and collapsing onto a nearby chair. Remus poked his head up, blinking excitedly. 

"Lolo? Is that you~?" he purred, making Logan jump and curse, before readjusting his glasses and glaring at Remus. 

The brunette sighed. "Yes; Roman told me about your... illness..." he narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't believe Remus was actually sick. This was a possibility, considering Remus's inherent love of not doing work. "So I decided to come over and perform the necessary care required to help with sickness."

Remus grinned. "And what would that be, specs?" He jumped onto the back of the couch, crossing his legs and leaning forward. "Maybe you could... take my mind off of my aching bones?"

Logan pushed him away with one hand. "I have an idea of what you mean by that, and it disgusts me. To answer your question, Roman told me to give you some kind of soup and make sure you rest."

Pouting, Remus flopped backward, so he was upside down on the couch, his hair messily sprawled around on the cushions. "Aw, you're no fun at all." 

"What would you have expected?" Logan glanced at him from over his glasses. "A squeal? A blush, perhaps? Well, you certainly picked the wrong person to play your games with."

Remus hummed thoughtfully, tapping his foot on the floor. He sent a smirk at Logan and the other blinked, confused. "You're the wrong one, nerd," he cooed. "I picked the right person, exactly~..."

Standing up, Logan walked to the stove, bending down to pick up a small pot. "And how would you figure that?" he questioned, filling the pot with water from the tap. "I just came mostly because Roman asked me to. I can leave any time I so desire."

Peering back over the couch at Logan, Remus was silent for a while. He coughed into his sleeve, wincing slightly, then climbed back onto the back of the couch. "Well, I won't make it easy for you to leave."

Logan sighed. "Is that a threat?"

Remus thought it over. "It's more of a promise than a threat, but I suppose." 

"A promise gone wrong can be a threat's likeness," Logan murmured. "I made that up in philosophy class the other day," he informed Remus at the other's confused expression. 

Poking his tongue out, Remus hopped off the couch like a cat. "Well, ya might want to make it a bit less confuzzling," he prodded. "Because I understood exactly .003 percent of what you said."

The water was boiling now, bubbles rising to the top and steam pouring out from under the metal lid. Logan turned the heat down and reached for a box of noodles, muttering kitchen instructions under his breath. 

Remus snuck behind him, quickly throwing his arms around Logan as the brunette straightened back up. Logan let out a surprised shout, pushing Remus away as swiftly as he had come. 

Landing with a small thud on the floor, Remus rubbed his forehead, apparently dizzy. "Harder, daddy~," he teased, making Logan look as if he would shove him again. 

"Don't say that again," Logan warned. "I swear, I can leave if you like."

Remus thought it over. 

He did not, decidedly, want Logan to leave. 

But he also wanted to flirt. 

What to do?

"What a boring situation," he groaned, flopping out like a dying starfish on the tiled kitchen floor. "I can't decide what to do!"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Have you considered not teasing me?" he shot at Remus. "Perhaps that would work."

Remus propped his head up. "Yeah, I thought about it, but it's so boring! You're fun to tease, you know."

Sighing, Logan sat on a chair. "And why would that be?" he questioned dryly. "My reactions are watered-down, and I doubt that's satisfying for you."

"You know what else is satisfying~?" Remus purred, jumping to his feet and elegantly circling Logan. "Do you, specs?"

Under his breath, Logan muttered a curse. "You had better shut up."

Remus laughed, sitting on a chair. "Is that an order, now?"

Logan stood back up, turning his back to Remus as he poured the potatoes and corn into the soup. "Make one more joke. One more."

Remus pouted, but stayed quiet as Logan finished up the soup. 

They were now sitting on the couch, eating the soup Logan had made. 

Remus had a blanket curled around him, and kept trying to inch closer to Logan, but the other just scooted away. 

The fourth time, Logan set his bowl down on the table in front of them, frowning at Remus. "Are you alright?"

"I'm cold," Remus complained. "Oh so cold..."

Logan sighed. "Pull the blanket up if you're cold. Or I can go turn the heat on."

Remus placed his bowl down, too. "Isn't this nice~?" he cooed. "Two people, alone in a house. One is sick and cold. Do you know what happens next? I'm sure you do~!" He giggled, flopping down right next to Logan. 

The brunette edged away. "...you're so weird," he muttered. 

"I do try," Remus mused. "Your feedback is appreciated, nerd!"

Standing up to turn the heat on, Logan rolled his eyes. "Whatever, as long as you don't die from sickness I can leave, right?"

Remus paused, his gaze flickering from Logan's figure to the ground. "Do you actually... want to leave?" he whispered. 

Logan turned around, surprised. "Now you sound sick. Has your fever gone up?" He walked over, pressing the back of his hand to Remus's forehead. "It feels about the same, though..."

"It's not..." Remus sighed, shaking his head. "I just... Logan?" He looked up with wide eyes, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks. 

"Please, don't go..."

Logan was quiet. When he spoke, Remus thought he noticed a small hint of affection in the other's voice. "...well, if you say so."