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A/N: okay, so, it's a little short, and a little late (I lost track of the days and kept forgetting what I wanted to write), but you'll love the ending nonetheless *grins* ...plus, my internet is being slow and annoying, it's taken me half an hour to log in and load the chapter :P
Headline: Childish…and Loving
It was laughable really, how childish men became when they were sick.
Jyuushiro had caught a summer cold at some point, as susceptible to illness as he was, and had been unable to speak all week, causing filming to run a little rocky.
Following his recovery however, Shunsui, who almost never got sick, had somehow caught it, and in his denial of being ill at all, he had inevitably only made himself worse.
He was now laid up in bed, whining like a dog because his head spun whenever he stood straight.
If it weren't for the fact that he was clearly not himself, combined with the fact that she knew he hadn't been out drinking lately, Nanao would have originally just believed it to be an extremely bad hangover.
Amazingly, she found she didn't half mind looking after him when he was like this.
He didn't want to be looked after, and complained about how he didn't need to be looked after, but then acted like a big baby when he couldn't swallow anything besides soup.
So much of this situation had made Nanao just barely suppress laughter on several occasions now.
Like the time Haya had rung up to tell off her sulking son for getting ill in the first place, then the fact that she had told Nanao that Shunsui would quiet down if she put on Winnie the Pooh for him (of all things), and who would know better than a mother.
Then there was the time Shunsui had insisted he was well enough to at least go into work and watch filming, only to put his t-shirt on backwards and his shoes on the wrong feet.
Of course there had also been the incident when Shunsui had hit on the family doctor who had come to look him over…the very obviously male doctor.
Putting it mildly, Shunsui was quite entertaining when he was sick.
Now that he was getting better, and less delirious, Shunsui was trying to drag out his ordered "bed rest" for as long as possible, which only proved he was almost 100% again.
"Nanao-chan," he pouted when she bought in his dinner for him. "Come sit with me again?" he patted the bed beside him.
"You aren't watching Winnie the Pooh again, are you?" (not that she minded Winnie)
"No," Shunsui's cheeks flushed a little. "Something I'm sure you'll appreciate more," he pointed to the screen.
Nanao looked over.
"Beauty and the Beast?" she smiled and climbed into the bed beside him before she could think otherwise, sitting close to his warmth. "You like cartoons."
"They cheer me up when I'm sick," Shunsui shrugged. "When I was a kid it used to be the old Mickey Mouse cartoons, the black and white ones, then I slowly progressed to Winnie the Pooh when I was a teen. Disney in general cheers me up."
"It has that effect," Nanao couldn't help but smile. "Eat your soup."
He whined in his throat a little but complied anyway without another fuss.
"Thanks for putting up with me Nanao," he spoke quietly.
"It was another…experience," she chuckled. "You're entertaining even when you're sick."
There was a pause.
"That's not really what I meant," Shunsui sighed a little and she looked up at the serious tone in surprise.
He wasn't looking at her, his attention completely on the movie.
The silence stretched between them as Nanao processed what he truly meant by that.
When she knew she completely understood, she smiled, grinned, then chuckled.
She leant up and kissed him lightly on the temple.
He smiled a little unsurely.
"It's all right Shunsui," she smiled reassuringly at him, and then, before she fully realized she was saying it, it had slipped out.
"I put up with you because I love you."
They blinked at each other in surprise.
A/N: …soooooo?
