telling the truth! I promise! >A<;;;

frowns at.

offers to make soup?

looks up at Ivan. "I-I am better! I am!"

pats him gently.

hands him a thermometer he stuck in ice water. "See see? I'm almost 70 degrees! So I'm ok!"

the dampness,"...This feels like water comrade. Saliva is slightly sticky."

"U-uhmm...I-It's spit I swear!" >A<

lifts eyebrow, is not.

lets his head fall onto Ivan's chest, his plan obviously not working. "I-I'm not sick!"

strokes his hair.