Honestly . . . he needs it SO badly. So, give it to him. Right now. That dose of Vitamin Denny, so that Steff can finally feel better.

The smile on Steffon's features only grew because of his Denny's affectionate gestures that he was enjoying so much, though his eyes fluttered open because of his lover's remark about his temperature. "Warm? What do you mean, babe? You know I'm always this warm and everything."

— 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . . . !

"I mean, do I have to? I feel fine, babe. Really." Steff's gaze didn't break its contact with Denny's own as he nodded eagerly at his own response. It was the truth, though. He felt fine, and even if it really was a low grade fever, it was nothing he couldn't handle.

"I don't have a fever, babe. You're exaggerating again." Steffon pointed out with a chuckle, shaking his head as Denys had proceeded to search for the said thermometer. "My temperature is fine. And if the temperature shows that, then you're gonna buy me lunch. That's a bet."

Oh, please. What Steffon has is just a low grade fever. Darklyns can fight fever off in like five minutes. Another flex 😌✨️

Don't mind him . . . he's just VERY hungry this morning.

It's missing 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝒀𝑺 hours . . . hopefully Denys didn't break up with him or ran away with another guy or something. Anyway. Yeah.

— 𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢 . . .

Repeatedly pokes 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝒀𝑺 to check if he's still alive.