Disclaimer: Ishinomori's, not mine
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After spending roughly fifteen minutes emptying his stomach of its contents, Jet stumbled wearily out of the bathroom and collapsed on the couch, still clutching his stomach. "Why the hell did you let me eat that, Heinrich?"
"You said the meat in that stew you made was still fresh," Albert replied as he finished putting away the dishes. When Jet offered him a helping of... well, in theory it was food, he had felt a twinge of guilt when he lied about being full. That twinge was long gone now. "Feeling any better?
"What do you think!" It was obvious from his tone he was more frustrated than queasy (but not by much). Making a visible attempt to calm down, Jet rested one arm over his eyes. "Listen, there should be some medicine in the bathroom cabinet. Could ya get it for me?"
Possessing enough sense not to ask why Jet hadn't thought of that while he was in there, Albert made his way to the minuscule room and tried to ignore the smell. "Um... Jet?"
"What?"
"This isn't medicine. It's vitamins."
"No, you're wrong, check the label."
"The label says Wada Calcium CD3."
Albert waited until Jet was done cursing out the universe in general until he returned. He knelt down next to him, pushing the hair out of his eyes. "Got it out of your system?"
Jet didn't pull away like he usually did. "God damn it, Heinrich... It's not fair. I've been living off of candy and junk since I came back. I finally find one recipe I can make without nearly burning the place down and it blows up in my face."
"More like it blew out of your face-- sorry, couldn't help myself!" Judging from the glare Jet gave him, it was probably in his best interest not to rib him over his latest failure in the kitchen anymore. Instead, he planted a gentle kiss against the younger cyborg's forehead. "I'll go to the store and get you your medicine. I'll even pick up some pizza to re-heat when you're feeling better. My treat."
"I thought you said you weren't hungry."
"Guess I have a fickle appetite," Albert joked weakly. He kissed Jet one last time, and then left the apartment, locking the door behind him as he made a mental note to make sure he was the one who would be doing the re-heating tonight.
