James is sick.
It's kind of amusing and adorable, because he has a bag of ice on his head and a thermometer in his mouth, and Carlos can't help but laugh. Of course, James sends a glare his way immediately which brings even more laughter and the chain would just continue, but Carlos says "Dude, it's like in the movies and stuff."
"Could you not?" Only it's interrupted by a sneeze so it sounds more like "Could you n-achoo!" and James really doesn't like the smile on Carlos' face, so Carlos makes his way out of James' room and into the kitchen.
...where he has to stand on chair to look in the cabinets for soup. When he finds it, though, he has to wonder: Chicken Noodle or Cream of Mushroom? Like he could make that decision! So he digs through the cupboards to find a big enough pot and pours them both in without reading the instructions because, really, how hard can it be? You heat it, you eat it!
Ten minutes later he understands why there are instructions, and he kind of wishes there was someone else in the apartment besides him and James.
"Ugh, what is that smell?" Carlos turns to find James, ice and thermometer gone, looking thoroughly... well, sick. "...and what's on the floor?"
"Cream of Mushroom and Chicken Noodle..." Carlos says awkwardly. "I couldn't decide!"
"Dude, that's sick. And not in a good way. Were you gonna eat that?"
"Uh, no. I was kind of..." Carlos shuffles his feet a bit, deciding what to say. "I mean, I was trying to make you soup so you could get better."
"Oh."
Carlos is really surprised when James tries some. Not quite surprised when he spits it into the trash, though. "...I don't think I've known what sick was before this moment. That was really... dude, that was seriously disgusting."
"Sorry," Carlos starts, but James cuts him off with a 'thank you' and a kiss, and Carlos is kind of really glad James is sick and he made soup and- wait.
Next week, when Carlos is in bed with an icepack on his head and a thermometer in his mouth, he really isn't surprised when James comes in with mucky soup. He's even less shocked after he asks what kind it is, and James says "Cream of Mushroom and Chicken Noodle; I couldn't decide!"
FIN