Vial of Affection

You were used to seeing Silco give Jinx forehead kisses. It was something that seemed to reassure the girl, at least for a time. And as a father, Jinx's wellbeing was a priority for Silco. Forehead kisses seemed like something reserved for comfort only as far as you could tell.

Silco was never very affectionate. He loved touching you sure, he loved being touched by you. But most of the time it was purely for satisfaction, and everyone knew that the two of you were more on the casual side. Even when you would stay over, and it's been happening a lot lately, Silco kept a bit of a distance.

You arrived to his place like usual, feeling a little under the weather but you wanted to see him regardless. Upon opening the door Silco looked you up and down.

"You're sick." He stated. Was it that obvious? You thought you still looked pretty good.

"I'm fine. A little headache that's all." You offer him a smile that he doesn't return. In fact his face morphs into a deep frown. You sigh, "Look... are you gonna let me in or not?" Silco stands at the door for a few more seconds before moving aside, "Thank you." You kiss him on the cheek.

You started making your way to his room, only to feel him dragging you by the wrist to the couch. He sits you down, his hands rubbing over your shoulders. He leans in and looks at you closely. Suddenly his face is inches away from yours, then he leans his forehead against yours, "A fever. Lucky for you its not a bad one."

"Is this some kind of dad thing?" You joke, a bright smile settling on your face.

"No. Wait here. Lean back." Silco brushes his fingers across your cheek, making your skin tingle. Like he put a spell on you, you lean back and watch him go into the kitchen. You watch as he... cooks.

This felt very domestic. A huge difference from your usual dynamic. You've known Silco for years but you never imagined that he would be making a meal for you while you're sick. You let your eyes close as you wait.

You must have dozed off because when you open your eyes again Silco is standing in front of you with a bowl of warm soup. "Eat."

Pretty used to listening to Silco when he uses a similar tone you take a spoonful of soup. You moan at the taste, "Delicious."

"Why thank you." Silco sits next to you as you eat, his chin resting in the palm of his hand, one leg crossed over the other. He gets a smug smile on his face as you put the empty bowl down on the small coffee table. You're about to thank him again when he cups your face and leans in close. You expect a kiss on the lips, so you're very surprised when he kisses you on the forehead instead. Your eyes widen, you feel the blood rush into your cheeks. "Rest. You can stay here until you feel better."

"I didn't know you cared that much." You smirk at him, the smirk a little downplayed by your flushed cheeks.

Silco raised an eyebrow, "Of course I care. I would have kept you around for so long otherwise. But we can talk about that later. Do you want to move to the bed instead?"

You yawn, you're not exactly tired but a bed does sound nice, "Will you come to bed too?"

"I can if you want." Silco waits for you to nod. He gives you a small smile, stands up and offers you his hand. Upon taking it he brushes his thumb over the back of your hand. You can't tell if the goosebumps are from his affection or if the fever is getting to you.

Regardless when Silco takes you to bed and hugs you close to his chest, you suddenly feel like the fever might be a blessing in disguise.