"I'm not sure how this turned out, but I did my best," Peter grinned at you as brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup. You mustered up enough strength to show a weak smile of gratuity, and took warm bowl.
Peter perched himself on the edge of the couch from which you had not moved in the past 48 hours. He watched intently as you took your first sip of the soup, obviously hoping you liked it.
"How is it?" he asked before your spoon had even left your mouth.
"Hot," you replied, downing the liquid, "Very hot."
Peter held an inquisitive expression, as if he was not sure if that was a good thing.
You smiled at him reassuringly, "Thank you," you said as you set the bowl aside.
He became concerned as he watched your hands, "Do you not like it? I can try again if you want."
You could not help but let out a chuckle, "No, no! I love it."
This boy was just too much, in the best way. Peter had spent the entire day by your side making sure that you everything you needed and more, and he never let out a single complaint. He disregarded all plans and all chances of catching your illness just to be there for you.
"You know, you don't have to do this for me," you reminded him for the fourth time that day.
"I know," he leaned in, "but I want to."
"Surely there is something better you could be doing with your time."
He thought on this for a moment, "Better that spending time with you? No way!" He leaned in closer, mere cementers now separated the two of you. Your heart began to flutter.
A painful cough found its way up your throat, ruining the moment. You turn your face away from him and let out a few more.
"Sorry," you choked out the words between coughs.
"Don't worry about it," he consoled you, trying to hide his evident disappointment. Peter stood up, "Do you want some water?" he asked already on his way to get some.
Peter returned soon after with two plastic cups, and handed one of them to you. He raised his cup in a mock toast, "To my favorite place to be: wherever you are."
You suppress a blush and follow his gesture, "To the person who stays by my side in all circumstances."
The two of you tapped your glasses together, and took a swig.
Peter reassumed his position on the couch, "Now, where were we?"
You gently placed a hand on his chest, "Not today, Spidey," you leaned back reluctantly, "I could never forgive myself if I got you sick."
His voice dropped to a whisper, so quiet but so full of adventure, "I'm willing to risk the germs."