Flu Season

"Nico?" Will called as he entered the apartment they shared.

"Nico? Sweetie?" Will called again when he didn't receive an answer. That time, will only heard a sniff in response. Will entered the bedroom quietly to see Nico Di Angelo wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket surrounded by a legion of used tissues holding a thermos of hot tea like his life depended on it.

"Babe? Are you okay?" Will asked as he sat down on the bed with a smile. Nico nodded as he blew his nose.

"Are you sick?"

"What? No. I'm not sick." Nico replied immediately.

"I'm the Prince of Darkness. I don't get sick." Nico scowled and tried to look intimidating, but Will just smiled again.

"Then what's causing you to feel like this?" Will asked.

"Um...it's...it's...allergies…?" Nico suggested. Will looked out the window.

"Nico, sweetie, it's the middle of winter. The trees and pollen are more dead than my pet fish from 20 years ago." Will said with a sarcastic smile on his face. Nico huffed in annoyance.

"I'm not sick." Nico repeated.

"Okay then, Mr. "Not Sick". I guess I don't have to make you Mama Solace's famous chicken soup anymore." Will teased and got up to leave the room.

"Wait, what?" Nico looked at Will in surprise.

"You know how to make that?" Nico scrambled to his feet, disturbing the ocean of used tissues and causing the blanket to tumble to the floor.

"Well, of course I know how to make it. But I don't have to because no one's sick apparently." Will continued walking away.

"Wait!" Nico grabbed Will's arm.

"I'm sick! See?" Nico then coughed and sneezed dramatically until Will put up his hands in surrender.

"Okay! Okay! I'll make the chicken soup! I've been craving some anyway." Will went to the kitchen, Nico following him closely.

"It should take me...an hour to make the chicken soup." Will estimated thoughtfully.

"That long?" Nico half-whined.

"Hey, you can't rush quality." Will pointed out. Nico nodded and sat down in a kitchen chair, watching Will.

An hour later, Will and Nico were sat at the kitchen table facing each other with a steaming pot of soup in between them.

"How is it?" Will asked after Nico had a couple of sips.

"It's perfect." Nico said.

"Just like you." he smiled. Will pushed his arm.

"Shut up you cheesy piece of trash." he joked. Nico laughed. Will almost melted. Gods, that smile. Will slowly leaned over and kissed his boyfriend gently on the lips. He could taste the chicken soup. Everything was perfect. Then Nico sneezed. Will was so startled that he fell out of his chair.