and i'll hold onto you

The bedroom was dim and quiet when Ethan woke, the only light on was the bedside table lamp that bathed the room in a soft, orangeish-golden glow. His head was pillowed in Benji’s lap and his fingers were petting over his hair in a comforting, rhythmic motion, his hand blessedly cool when he smoothed it over his forehead. It would have been a nice way to wake up, Ethan considered, if only he hadn’t felt so horrifically sick.“It’s still snowing,” Benji whispered, instinctually knowing that his normal speaking voice would be too much for Ethan’s current state.Or: Even the best caregivers need caretaking sometimes. When Ethan comes down with the flu, Benji is there to provide some much-needed TLC.