"Were you always this heavy, Akutagawa?" Atsushi grumbles as he lays the man down on the couch in his apartment. It's a raggedy old thing, although that's to be expected from Atsushi. He wouldn't be the type to spend lavishly on such a thing. He's surprised he even has a couch, to be honest... If he was to be truthful, he'd have to say that it feels abnormally comfortable and Akutagawa wants nothing more than to snuggle into it and fall alseep to forget about the sore throat and nausea that has invaded him.

He, of course, offers no reply in return as he covers his eyes with his arm, partially from embarrassment that he had to be dragged all the way here by the man-tiger and partially because of the headache that pounds just behind them.

"Let me go get Yasano then," the man-tiger lets out a sigh, "I don't think she needs to 'treat' you, but she should know enough about illnesses..."

Akutagawa grabs at his arm and stops him from moving. He peaks one eye out from behind his sleeve and gives Atsushi a glare. The light-haired man freezes for a moment before squirming his arm out of his grasp. "You passed out twice, Akutagawa. What else do you expect me to do?"

This only earned him a stronger death glare from the man on the couch. He did not pass out. He just... felt a little lightheaded after the chase was all. If he stumbled and fell it was only because a stone had gotten in his way surely. They'd caught the perpetrator anyways. It hardly mattered now. All he wanted was to be home alone, waiting for this stupid sickness to pass by. But Atsushi had insisted on following him at least part of the way home, which means he was there when he finally kind of... almost falling into traffic.

Perhaps... that did count as passing out.

Atsushi lets out a heavy sigh and starts rustling around his home. "You could have just told me your address. Then I could have dropped you off there and neither of us would have to deal with this."

Akutagawa let out something like a scoff, although it was far more hoarse and crackly than he would have cared. As if he wanted his arch-nemesis to know where he lived. That would never happen as long as he had breath.

A hand gently pushed at his arm to get him to move it. "I hope you like green tea," Atsushi says, then slips his hand under Akutagawa's head to tilt it upwards.

His fingers are cold, but the skin Atsushi touches immediately turns to fire. Akutagawa tries to calmly convinces himself it's because of the fever he clearly has, but he still moves his arm awkwardly to jerk the hand away. His head slams agains the armrest hard enough to make him see stars. Is he really unable to hold himself up? When was the last time he was this sick?

Atsushi gives him a look somewhere between exasperation and concern. "This will be over a lot quicker for both of us if you just calm down. I'm not trying to kill you."

Autagawa wants to say that his racing heartbeat says otherwise, but he keeps his mouth shut as Atsushi tries once more to prop his head up. He doesn't fight him this time. The tea goes down easy, although bitter. Once it's all gone, Atsushi sets it aside and stands once more. Akutagawa has to hold in a whine he wasn't expecting when his warmth leaves his side. As strange of a feeling as it was to him, he didn't want Atsushi to go. He wanted him to stay by his side for a bit longer. It made it all... slightly less miserable. He's starting to feel a bit hazy. It's pretty obvious all logic he normally has is starting to go. What a sorry state of affairs he's in...

In his altered state, he doesn't have a chance to hold back his yelp of surprise when a cold wet rag is put on his forehead. Atsushi seems just as taken-aback as Akutagawa is by the noise. Akutagawa just shivers.

"Are you cold?"

He, of course, doesn't answer the question. Why in the world would he admit that to the man-tiger?

All the same, Atsushi leaves and comes back with a nice fluffy comforter and works his best to tuck Akutagawa in to it. "Um... That's kind of all I know to do when someone's sick..." he admits in a somewhat quiet voice, "You should probably just... sleep now."

Akutagawa hears him stand once again and the instinct he so often tries hard to avoid peeks it's way out before he can stop it. His arm darts out from under the covers and grabs for Atsushi's sleeve, tugging him back closer. D-don't leave... he can't manage to say it out loud in his sorry state. He's already regretting what he's done, but it's too late now so he just lets the hazy side of himself take over. His grip on Atsushi's sleeve gets tighter and slowly, Atsushi comes closer and sits back down. He carefully tucks Akutagawa back in before stroking a small bit of his hair. His voice is sweet, if a bit confused, "It's okay. I won't go anywhere if you don't want me to."