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Allan always got home first, trying to finish up the last of his work before you got home. He sat on the couch, internally groaning as he flicked through pages of paperwork from Smiling Friend’s clients, he was more than ready to get this over with and relax.
Most days, you’d come home around 45 minutes after he did, announcing your arrival and greeting him. Allan wasn’t very affectionate so he’d give you a wave and hum of acknowledgment, you’d have dinner and chat about your day, watch TV or spend time separately. It was a nice routine, even if you weren’t constantly smothering each other, the consistency was nice.
It was around 5:45 in the afternoon, Allan was finishing up work per usual, the apartment was silent except for the ticking of the clock, it snapped him out of his work trance, and he looked up at the clock.
“They should be home by now-uh..” He mumbled to himself, checking his phone for any text message. After seeing no text, he felt slightly bothered by the change in routine. His mind was set on seeing you on time, and that bothered him a little. He let out a noise of discontent, and went to call you, but right before he clicked call, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Instead of announcing your arrival, Allan heard your bag drop to the floor, he stood as he watched you run into the bathroom. You huddled over the toilet, retching in it, he quickly followed you, standing in the doorway with a mix of disgust and surprise on his face.
“What the fuhuk?” He replies in his nasally voice as you vomit the remnants of food in your stomach.
You finish throwing up, your skin is clammy and pale, you don’t notice he’s there until you finish and sit against the bathroom wall, groaning. “Sorry.” Allan adds in a monotone voice, crouching beside you to awkwardly rub your back “Are you alright? Did you eat something bad-uh?”
You groan, catching your breath for a few seconds “Yeah, I’m.. good. I should be fine, I hope.”
Allan hums in response, standing once more “I am going to get the thermometer. You look sick.” He comes back minutes later with the device in hand, you open your mouth and stick it under your tongue, it beeps after a few seconds and Allan takes a look, grimacing. “What did you eat for lunch?”
“I dunno, just some leftovers from the place down the street. I took them and warmed them up in the break room.” You replied, feeling fatigued and not really wanting to be questioned about things. Allan must have considered this because he set the thermometer down and lead you to the bedroom where he helped you get into comfortable clothes, he didn’t need to but he did anyways. The whole time he did, his expression was mostly unreadable, it wasn’t soft nor irritated. That was normal for him.
After he was finished, he sat on the edge of the bed with the same unreadable expression “I’m glad you have food poisoning, and not some kind of spreadable sickness.” He says bluntly, “I would not like to miss work. I recall telling you it is not a good idea to have leftovers after a certain period of time. We have stuff here.”
“Right.” You smile sheepishly, shimmying into the bed, “No lecturing me right now, I don’t feel good, remember?”
Allan paused, “You must feel fatigued and dehydrated, I will get you some wahtur.” He stood, returning not too longer later with two bottles of water, “Drink both bottles, you will feel better.”
After you chugged down both bottles, you laid in bed feeling sickly and clammy, Allan sat at the edge of bed looking at you. For some reason, despite the fact that you and Allan didn’t show affection through physical touch often, you wanted to be closer to him.
“Allan… you think you could do me a favor?” You mumbled.
“Waht is it?” He replied back, crossing his arms “Are you feeling any better?” You hesitated for a moment, “Well, yeah, but do you think you could like, I dunno, snuggle with me? For a little bit?”
Allan looked a little taken aback, uncrossing his arms. “You want me to snuggle with you?” He grimaced, not looking completely uncomfortable, just unsure. “Only for a litt-el bit?”
You nodded, hoping he’d accept. He exhaled through his nose, “Only for a little while-uh. I will be right back.” Allan left the room, coming back with a clipboard, pen, and a small pile of papers.
“I have to finish paperwork for Mr. Boss, it is due to-morrow.” Allan rolled his eyes, scooting into his side of the bed. Hesitating, you look at him, and he gives you a side eye, as if telling you to come closer. You scoot into his side and he puts his arm around you and pulls you a bit closer, Allan is warm and comfortable, it immediately eases your discomfort tenfold.
“Thanks..” You mumble, he hums in response, focused on his paperwork. The silence between the two of you is nice, and after a couple minutes he seems to relax more, gently caressing up and down your forearm. You watched him skim over papers for a while before your eyes felt heavy, and you drifted into a peaceful sleep.
It was 8:30PM by the time he was finally done with paperwork, his eyes were sore from not blinking much and being zeroed in on his work. With a yawn, Allan sat his paperwork inside the nightstand and flicked the lamp off. He shifted in bed to lay down, careful not to disturb you.
Allan wasn’t very physically affectionate, but he found himself enjoying having you clinging to him, save for the puddle of your drool that was forming on his shoulder, he didn’t like that very much. Despite that, he wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb and pressed your mouth closed, laying his head back and staring at the ceiling.
His routine was interrupted today, but he didn’t mind too much. He couldn’t bring himself to, you were just too sweet all cuddled up next to him, your soft breathing lulling him to sleep. Maybe tomorrow he’d call in to take care of you, even if you were feeling better.