Jerry didn't even need to ask, he could read the pain on Komui's face. He wondered if his friend had finally realized that he had feelings for the blonde but he doubted it, Komui could be so dense sometimes. "He'll be fine. It's just the flu."
"He got the flu too?" The supervisor was slightly alarmed, poor thing. His Reever had enough problems already (though a voice in the back of his head wondered when the blonde had become 'his Reever')
Jerry patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry he'll be back to giving you hell in no time. Here," he handed Komui a tray, "Why don't you take him his lunch and see for yourself?"
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Komui stared at the door for several minutes before he dared to go in. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know how bad it had gotten. It wasn't fair. Reever was supposed to be indestructible.
He didn't want to know but some part of him had to. He entered forgetting to knock and his heart caught in his throat.
TBC…
A/N: Because of the little stunt he pulled with the first chapter, Joe was deprived of sex for a full eight hours (George and I went on a day trip without him) which may not seem like a lot but it was the weekend and this is Joe, so it was practically torture. (No worries though, George was thoroughly molested when we got back)