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Edward clicks his tongue, depositing two Benadryl tablets and a glass of orange juice on the bedside table. “I told you to take your antihistamine.”
Jonathan groans, burrowing beneath the blankets.
“You knew the pollen count was going to be high today. And all this damn smoke isn’t doing you any good either.”
“Go ’way.” He sneezes from within his blanket cocoon. He has a positively ugly sneeze. It’s sort of endearing. Also sort of gross.
Edward rolls his eyes, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “The irony isn’t lost on me, you know. I mean, really, who ever heard of a scarecrow having hayfever?”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He’s so congested it’s impossible to take him seriously. “’Sides, scarecrows are made of straw not hay.”
“There’s a difference?”
“One’s stems, one’s grass,” he mumbles. He slips a hand out from beneath the blankets, reaching blindly for the Benadryl. Edward gives the tablets a nudge in his direction and he picks them up, hand disappearing under the covers once again.
He grins, bending to press a kiss against the lump where his head is. “You’re cute.”
“Fuck off.”
“If I fuck off you won’t have anyone to take care of you.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“You have yet to display even the slightest ability to do so.”
His hand reappears for just long enough to flip him off.