Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, I just like to play with them once in a while. My work is always pro bono.

Youji

I'm on the couch downstairs and, frankly, I feel like shit. All I'm wearing is a pair of boxers and a rumpled bathrobe. I'm trapped in a sea of discarded tissues and rented DVDs, a few empty cups of tea scattered here and there. I fight the onslaught of a coughing fit as I continue to listlessly channel surf. There is nothing worse than day time TV. The next worse contender, who I've recently become well acquainted with, is late night TV but at least I might catch some soft porn on the off chance.

I'm slightly startled by two strong hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my sore muscles. I can feel Aya's hot, moist breath against my ear as he whispers, "How are you feeling?"

I lean my head back to look up at him and his ever-so-faint smile, "Shitty."

I smile to myself. So, I may have caught his cold but it was damn worth it. Since the Yamada mission, we haven't really talked about the sudden shift in our relationship. I think that, for now, I prefer it that way. Some things are just too delicate to be spoken of.

He lightly kisses my forehead and says, "I'll be back with some soup later. I have to get back to the store."

Before I can respond he's gone but somehow his warmth still lingers.