Man Flu
Summary: Jack has man flu. Ianto can't cope. Dialogue only, fluff.
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"ACHOOOO!"
"Need more tissues?"
"Ianto, I'm dying. I can't take it anymore. The runny nose was fine, the cough, I could live with. But the dying, I can't bear."
"Jack, you're not dying. It's only a cold. You can't die anyway."
"Stating the obvious there, Yan! ACHOOOO!"
"Bless you."
"Bite me!"
"No need for the foul mood. And, if I did bite you, I'd catch your germs."
"I hate you."
"I love you too, darling."
"Sarcasm gets you nowhere."
"Shut up and open your mouth."
"Kinky."
"You need your medicine."
"Spoilsport."
"You love it."
"Eurgh, Ianto. That's revolting."
"If it makes you better, you will damn well take it."
"..."
"Silent treatment now, huh?"
"..."
"Fine, be like that."
"I will! Oh, can you make me one of your special hot chocolates with the whipped cream and the sprinkles?"
"No."
"Oh, come on, Yan. I'm dying. Do something wonderful for your darling boyfriend before he dies."
"No."
"Okay, now I really do hate you."
"No, you don't."
"..."
"Fine, I'll make you the damn hot chocolate."
"Yay! And maybe a bath, and a massage?"
"That's wishful thinking."
"I must be the king of wishful thinking, then."
"That's a brilliant song!"
"..."
"Never mind. I'll get you the hot chocolate."
"Ianto?"
"What now?"
"I really love you, you know. Despite what I ... ACHOOOOOO! ... have said."
"I know ..."
"..."
"You trying to make me ill by kissing me?"
" ..."
"Oh, no. No sex till you are better."
"Okay, scratch that, I do hate you. You are a spoilsport."
"I know. But you love me really."
"You know I do. More than you know."
"I don't care if you get ill. Just kiss me. I'll look after you."
"Okay, deal."