"I really didn't know that your allergies were so bad," said Robert, apologetically. Earlier that day, as a half-romantic, half-sarcastic gesture he had left roses by a note that he was going to go train. He had come back to find Michael, with his eyes purple and swollen shut
"I don't have allergies," Michael protested between sniffles. His usual playful, good mood was replaced by irritation. He had planned to go hunting today, and was now confined to his bed. Robert almost laughed at seeing Michael like this. His hair was ruffled, and his nose was red. There were dark purple bags under and above his eyes. Robert bit his lip, knowing that any chuckle he let out would be held against him for years.
"It's perfectly fine. Some people develop allergies later than others," he said, trying to make Michael calm down. "What can I do to make you feel better?"
"Come here," Michael whispered. He seemed to have lost a lot of energy, by fighting the allergies and Robert. Robert laid down next to Michael and held him.
"You'll never know how much I love you," Robert murmured. He laid there watching Michael for awhile. He could see dreams move underneath his parabatai's eyes. Michael was usually restless, and seeing him this peaceful brought peace to Robert, too. He slowly closed his eyes, and let sleep overtake him, too.
AN: Sorry this was short, but I hope you enjoyed it! Good night, everyone!