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"you should go to bed," Max said, shaking his head as Lando shuffled into the kitchen.
he was wearing a hoodie, the hood pulled up over his messy curls, a miserable expression on his face.
"'m not tired," Lando mumbled in response, taking a seat on a stool by the island. he dropped his head down onto the surface, letting out a small sigh.
"Lando, mate," Max said, a small frown on his face, "you need to rest, you won't get better otherwise."
"i feel fine," Lando spoke into his arms, voice muffled by the fabric. he didn't, and Max knew that.
Lando had had a fever for the last couple of days, some sickness bug he'd picked up that had knocked him out. Max was glad the vomiting was over, that had been a pretty rough night, for both of them.
"you wanna look at me, and tell me again?" Max asked, filling a glass of water and placing it in front of Lando.
there was a muffled whine, then Lando pushed his head up, "i'm fine," he said, reaching out for the glass with a shaky hand.
his skin was pale and pasty, enough to be concerning, Max didn't believe a word the younger was saying.
"go to bed Bob," Max said, placing a hand on the younger's forehead, "you still have a temperature."
Lando didn't reply, instead, he rested his head back down on the cool surface, letting his eyes fall shut.
Max decided to leave him be for a bit, getting some bread out and putting it in the toaster. he wasn't sure if Lando was going to be able to stomach anything, and didn't want to risk it.
"Lando, buddy, you need to wake up," Max said, shaking his shoulder lightly.
"hmm," Lando hummed, making no real effort to move.
"head up, you gotta eat something," Max said, running his hand up and down Lando's spine.
Lando lifted his head slowly, turning his nose up at the toast, "'m not hungry," he muttered, resting his chin against his hands.
there was still a slight sickly feeling in his stomach, that made eating rather unappealing. he was pretty sure he still had a temperature, Lando should have stayed in bed.
"you won't get better if you don't eat," Max frowned, taking a seat beside the younger.
"don't care," Lando said, knowing he sounded petulant. there was a dull pounding in his skull, he really couldn't wait for this all to be over.
Lando and Max were very different when they were sick, where Max was whiney, Lando was quiet, both were incredibly difficult to deal with. it was just unfortunate for Lando that Max tended to fall ill more frequently.
"you're so stubborn," Max said with a shake of his head, though he knew he was no better, "you can either eat something, or go to bed."
"can i sleep on the sofa?" Lando asked, looking up at Max with his best puppy dog eyes.
Max shook his head, "sure, as long as you sleep."
Lando hummed, his legs shaky as he stood.
Max wrapped the younger's arm around his waist, helping him walk to the other room. this wasn't the first time this week, Lando had tried to fight him the first time, but had slowly resigned as he became weaker.
"get some sleep mate," Max said, throwing a blanket over Max as he dropped onto the sofa.
"stay?" Lando asked in a small voice, tucking the blanket around himself.
smiling fondly, Max lay beside Lando, "of course buddy, now get some sleep, you need to get better."
Lando nodded, curling up against Max's chest, "i'll eat when i wake up," he promised, letting out a small contented sigh.
"i'll hold you to that," Max smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around Lando.
he still felt warm, still wasn't any better, but he would get there. Max would convince him to eat, get him to drink some water, maybe even take some more medicine, Lando would be okay. Max would make sure of it.