"Tweek?"
The sick boy could have sworn he heard a familiar voice through the layers of blankets, but only twitched, squeezing his eyes shut. Another voice, that's all it was. He was just starting to hear things again because of the fever. No one was there, especially not who it sounded like, and he didn't want to pull down his quilted shield just in case there was an especially disturbing hallucination waiting for him in his cold bedroom.
"Your mom said you were probably asleep...and...you probably are...but..."
Tweek's limbs shook a little bit as he took a chance, whimpering quietly, the slightly congested voice sounding too real to not be. "Clyde...?" The blonde could hear the sigh of relief from the other boy, and took another chance, slowly lowering the blankets until they rested just over his mouth. "I was afraid you weren't real."
Clyde just laughed, letting a hand rest on Tweek's head. "I'm real. Last time I checked," he said, more than happy to see his friend's tiny smile. "I figured you were asleep." He lowered himself onto the bed, balancing a Tupperware container in his lap.
"Just because I'm sick doesn't mean anything changes." He grabbed a tissue, catching some mucous before it had a chance to escape. He coughed weakly, not meaning to sound as pathetic as he did. Just sort of letting his eyes rest on the blue plastic container, he blushed unnoticeably through his already fever-flushed cheeks. "I still can't ever sleep."
"I'm sorry you're sick..." Frowning, the brunette ran chilly fingers through the tangled hair. "It's been snowing for three days straight, though, so you're not missing much aside from the cold." He snuffled, and Tweek smiled a little bit. Cold weather always stuffed up Clyde's nose, giving it a thick but pleasant tone. Tweek closed his eyes and leaned into him, just listening to his voice, allowing him to ramble for awhile. It was nice, the little ups and downs in his voice more comforting than he'd want to admit.
"And...here I am," Clyde finished, matter-of-factly. "And this is the soup my mom made for you." He looked down and raised a brow with amusement, a crooked smirk on his face. A gentle snoring noise came from the small form snuggled up against him, calm expression barely visible through the tangle of blonde hair.
Setting the soup on the nightstand, he kicked off his sneakers and crawled under the blankets, just sort of smiling and idly brushing his fingers over Tweek's warm forehead.
"It's probably cold by now anyway."