Tommy was never going to order take-out from the restaurant five minutes down the road again. He vowed this to himself - and Buck - multiple times as he was throwing up and refused to leave the bathroom. "The bathroom floor is my new friend now," he informed his husband.
Buck nervously chuckled. "I understand the impulse but let's get you back to bed instead." He helped Tommy up off the floor and forced him back into bed, handing over their trash can.
"Love you," Tommy murmured as his eyes slipped close, sleep finally pulling him under.
Recuperating from food poisoning wasn't exactly fun for Tommy but he was grateful to have the love of his life by his side.