Eidolic
Arthur narrows his eyes at the teacup, considering, then relents and pops in another spoonful of honey for Alfred.
It'll be good for his sore throat…and he likes the sweetness.
He balances the cup carefully on a saucer and carries it back into Alfred's bedroom, poking the bundle of sheets jokingly. "Anyone in there?"
A pathetic groan, and Alfred's sweaty face pops up over the pile. "I'm heeeeeeere!" he croaks, still beaming at Arthur.
The Brit shakes his head amusedly, putting the cup on the boy's dresser. "Drink your tea."
"Okay, Art," Alfred chimes obediently.
I hate seeing him sick.
Posted: July 9, 2016
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: Super sorry for the unannounced hiatus. Got really sick, then the Fourth and work kidnapped me. Please enjoy! Double update on Savoir-faire as an apology as well, if you're reading that too.