The blankets were warm and the pillow was soft. Oh, Chase wasn't moving ever again. With his body tangled in the blankets and cuddled to pillows upon pillows, the Aussie happily snoozed into the morning, having already called in sick merely because he was too lazy to get out of bed
But, calling in sick, he should've known he would have his own personal nurse. Hearing the knock at his apartment door, he let out a light groan and snuggled farther into his blankets, almost daring to murmur a 'go away' to the man he knew was standing outside of his apartment.
To no avail, Wilson let himself in and slowly carefully entered Chases' room. Seeing his Aussie curled up in bed, he offered a sad smile. Chase had to have been quite sick indeed to not even give him a good morning or two. (That was a high hope; Chase was dreadful in the mornings.)
"How're you feeling?" Wilson asked softly, moving to sit on one edge of the bed, running his fingers through the other's hair.
"'m perfectly fine. Sleepy. Comfy." Chase wiggled closer to the other man, resting his cheek against Wilson's leg.
"Wait, you called in sick. Are you not—"
"Don't complain. I know you've done it before. Shush." Chase mumbled again, practically laying across Wilson's lap, still tangled in blankets and now hugging his new pillow close.
Wilson sighed and flopped back onto the bed pulling his dear Aussie close. Running his fingers through Chase's hair constantly, he smiled at how content the other man looked there. The idea that he could make someone so genuinely happy with the simplest of things…
It was perfection.
Perfection in a touch, in a kiss, in one simple word…
And perhaps, even tangled in blankets and oh so carefully curled to his side.
Yeah, that was real perfection.