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“You’re going to take your ass to bed and stay there, Karl. You’re sick!” Pet groaned. He pointed to the messily made bed, glaring up at his boyfriend.
Heisenberg rolled his eyes, looking down at the shorter male with a bored expression. “‘S just a little fever, it’ll be fine!” He argued back.
“‘It’s just a little fever it’ll be fine’ my fucking ASS! You’re going to work yourself to death at this rate!” Pet raked his hair out of his face, clearly frustrated with the taller man’s stubborn behavior.
“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” Karl replied with a wink. He grabbed a cigar from where they lay scattered on the dresser shoved against the wall and made to grab a lighter to light it. Pet stood on his toes and snatched the cigar from his hand.
“This is not going to help the recovery process any! You’re just gonna make your ‘little fever’ worse!” He said, crossing his arms.
“Geez, could ya quiet down?” Heisenberg replied.
Pet glared at Heisenberg again and turned on his heel. “Fine! I’m off to go make myself useful somewhere where an annoying and rude old man won’t come and bother me!” Pet huffed, marching out of the room.
“I’m not that old!” Karl called after Pet. Pet flipped him off over his shoulder.
The smaller man made his way into the makeshift kitchen on the west end of the factory. They’d had to install it when Pet had officially moved in with Heseinberg, having an actual desire to eat more than a few times a week.
He started going through the cabinets, seeing what there was to make. They had a few cans of soup and some eggs, but that was pretty much it. Pet made a mental note to look for more food soon. He grabbed the soup cans and looked through the cabinets for the pots so he could heat the soup and maybe get Karl to eat.
“Jesus fucking christ, I need to clean in here soon,” Pet mumbled under his breath. He sat down on the floor to continue searching for the pots. He paused briefly as he heard heavy footsteps in the doorway, followed by the smell of smoke off of Karl’s favorite brand of cigars. He rolled his eyes and continued searching. Behind him, he heard shifting and metal clanging around.
“Lookin for this?”
Pet leaned back and looked at Karl who held the pot Pet was looking for in his hand. Pet stood and brushed himself off, taking the pot from Karl wordlessly. He lit the stove and grabbed the cans of soup from the counter, emptying them into the pot. The two of them were silent. Pet didn’t say anything to Karl but felt his eyes on him.
“We’re out of soup,” Pet said, breaking the silence. He looked over at Karl, looking him up and down, before making eye contact with his boyfriend.
“Ah. We’ll have to pick some up later then,” he replied. Pet returned to stirring the soup around in the pot. He heard Karl walk into the kitchen and reach over to him to snag a paper towel off the roll, blowing his nose into it. He mumbled something about it being gross and tossed the towel into the trash can. He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, peering into the pot. “What kind of soup?”
“Vegetable,” Pet replied. Karl nodded. He continued to stand near Pet, watching him warm the soup.
As Pet turned off the stove, Karl pushed off the counter. “I’ll grab bowls.”
“You mean I don’t have to nag you into eating?” Pet asked, raising a brow. The corners of his mouth tugged slightly upwards as he turned to look at Karl.
Karl returned the slight smirk. “Do you want to?”
Pet rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. He took the bowls Karl handed him and ladled soup into them both. He handed one to Karl and plucked the cigar out of his mouth, putting it out on the counter. Karl handed Pet a spoon in turn and the two of them ate in silence.
“Sorry for being a pain in the ass this morning,” Karl mumbled between spoonfuls of soup.
Pet looked at Karl. “I’m sorry for yelling at you." He smiled a bit, looking at the bigger man. "Are you gonna stop being a little whiny baby now and go to bed?"
"I wasn't a little whiny baby about it…" Karl huffed.
"Oh, you were being a little whiny baby about it!" Pet said, his smile breaking into a grin. He reached up and gave Karl a little pat on the cheek. He, in turn, kissed the center of Pet’s palm, a slight smirk on his face.
Pet giggled and pulled his hand away. “No! You have sick breath!” He laughed, pretending to wipe his hand off his pants. Karl wrapped his arms around Pet, a mischievous grin on his face, before he pulled him in close, giving him repeated kisses on his face and neck. Pet laughed, covering Karl’s mouth. “Nooooo! You’re yucky and icky!” He giggled. Karl stood, planting one last kiss on Pet’s lips, and then began off towards their shared room, carrying Pet with him.
“What’s on the agenda now, Karl?” Pet hummed, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck.
“Gettin’ plenty of bed rest, just like the doctor prescribed,” Karl said, looking down at Pet.
“Aww, you do know how to listen!” Pet teased.
The two made their way back to their room and Karl dumped Pet onto the bed. Karl laid down next to him, pulling him close. “Nap time,” He mumbled.
“Mmhmm. Sleep well, love,” Pet hummed, closing his eyes.
“Mmhmm,” Karl replied.