His boyfriend… Dreamy sigh.

Cheek kith. That’s his boyfriend.

Purring horseman.

Ah. He didn’t know that?

Well, now he does. Is it weird?

Big blue puppy eyes. He’s so soft now.

He’ll have to let himself be cuter more often. Just for Artem, though.

Oh?

Oh, this isn’t quite his Artem, is it? It doesn’t seem like a serious issue, so he’ll take it easy unless he needs to step in. “Ooh, sassy… That’s adorable.”

Jack almost wants to adjust his height to look down on him… But he won’t. That would be a silly use of his magic. “Just checking on you, Artem darling.”

“Mhm… How dare I. What are you going to do about it, pretty boy?”

Staring.

Sniff. Sniff sniff. “Oh, thank the gods… You’re you again.”

“I’m not entirely sure what happened, but… We got to meet the old you.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, Jack frowns in concerned confusion as he looks down at his hand to see it steaming. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

Wiping his hand on his shirt. It might be damp and sweaty too, though. “Ah. Darling. How are you doing today?”

“I… Well…” Tugging at his collar, he chuckles nervously. “I’m afraid I don’t know what’s happening with me, so I can’t answer that.”

He’s extremely hot to the touch, perhaps even enough to burn Artem’s hand, but other than that… “I don’t feel sick. I feel like Tadhg.”

Clearing his throat, he pushes his hair out of his face and puts on a polite smile. “Of course. It’s just a little warm.”

He has to be the strong one. Of course he’s quick at putting on a mask. “Yeah, I know. It’s probably Pestilence messing with me. He’s a prick like that, unfortunately.”