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“It’s fuckin’ cold.” Woods grumbled, tightly crossing his arms on his chest in a some-sort-of shielding way to block the winds blowing against him. He was pissed—the temperature pissed him off, the stupid shitty coffee place he and Mason left pissed him off, and Mason’s chuckle that filled his ears, annoyingly making his skin crawl. Sure, he was always pissed at something, but he had a reason. At least, that's what he liked to say.
Woods was dressed in a short sleeved t-shirt and matching jeans, clearly underdressed for the weather they were having. Mason, on the other hand, was wearing a comfortable sized jacket for the breeze—despite being more developed to the cold than Frank.
“Maybe you should’ve listened to me when I said it was gonna be below twenty today?” Mason snarky replied back, seemingly making Woods let out a huff in annoyance.
“Well, it sounded like bull to me.” he muttered, “We were stuck in actual reasonable places with decent weather, I forgot about your shitty hometown.”
“Welcome to Alaska.” Mason shrugged, offering Frank the drink he bought, which was quickly replied with a small head shake.
The two continued to walk the path back toward Mason’s car, Woods complaining along the way over and over in Mason’s ear, him occasionally letting out a few hearty laughs under his breath. He found it funny that Woods was being a big baby about the weather in which, what Mason would call, was a ‘slight breeze’. They’d been on worse missions and he didn’t complain—as much as he was now, anyway.
Once they both finally entered Mason’s car and started the engine, Frank immediately blast the heat on his side of the car, trying to act as if he wasn’t shivering out of his clothes.
“Cold?” Alex teased, raising an eyebrow as he gave a glance toward Woods, beginning to back the car out the parking lot.
”No. Just like the air on.”
”Oh, sure. Got it.” he chuckled, turning his eye back on the road, “You don’t mind if I turn it off? It’s fogging up the window.” he added, a small smirk forming on his lips as he watched Frank’s eyebrows furrow.
“..Go ahead.” he hesitantly answered, crossing his arms against his chest as he watched Mason turn the heat off, knowing damn well he knew what he was doing.
Later on as the week went by, Mason couldn’t help but notice Woods sounding more congested after each day passed, a few muffled sniffles leaving his nose as he huddled himself in their bedroom.
“Take the medicine.” Mason harshly asked, entering the room. He started to set a glass of water and pill tablets on Woods’ bedside table, getting a low grumble from him in response as he slowly sat up. His cheeks were slightly flushed red, his forehead covered in small beads of sweat.
“I’m fine,” Woods protested, taking a staggered breath in, before letting out a sneeze into his arm. A sigh left his lips as he reluctantly grabbed the tablets and glass from the table, easily giving up his protests, “I’m not doing this because you told me to.”
“Sure,” Mason laughed, taking a step closer to place a hand on-top of his forehead, a hum leaving his throat.
He then started moving himself past Woods, allowing himself in bed beside him as he scoot closer, placing a soft kiss on the side of his head.
“You’re burning up, take the pills.”
Woods turned his head to face Mason, an obviously disappointed look in his own eyes, which was countered with a look of concern in Alex’s that he couldn’t deny. He downed the pills and water in a swift motion, unsatisfied grunting from the faint taste of the pill’s coating.
“Happy?” he asked, earning another soft kiss on his cheek from Mason in response.
“Very.” Mason teased, getting a small grin to appear on Woods lips.
The next morning Woods still felt like complete shit, remembering the short memories of him awakening in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, having to be pampered by Mason to fall back asleep: another reason why he hated being sick. But, when he woke up to Mason being missing from his side, his day was a whole lot worse.
It didn’t help that he was in incredibly uncomfortable clothes, the heat on his body making them cling to his chest tightly.
In order to try and make himself at least a bit more comfortable, he groggily snuck out of bed, immediately eyeing a grey colored hoodie between the clutter of clothes on the jacket. As he stumbled over, he stripped off the clothes bothering him: leaving himself in a plain white t-shirt.
He bent down to pick up the hoodie, a groan leaving his lips as he slowly pulled himself upward. His head throbbed as he immediately put the jacket on, not giving a damn if it was his or not, but felt a wave of relief leave his chest from the loose feeling of the jacket. There was a faint scent on the clothing—one he knew was familiar, but didn’t bother trying to remember the source.
“Is that mine?” A voice called out, making Woods shift his head toward the noise. He blinked for a few seconds before realizing the noise had been Mason, a confused look etching across Woods’ face as he questioned him.
“The jacket,” Mason added, using his finger to point at the item.
“Oh. Probably.” Frank replied, a snicker coming from Mason as he walked closer, adjusting the collar on it.
“Looks good on you,” Alex muttered, giving him a pat on the shoulder with a grin, “Are you trying to take my style now?”
Woods rolled his eyes, a smile creeping up on his lips as he leaned onto Mason, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ in his ear,
“Don’t get sappy with me, Al.”
Alex, returning the soft affirmations, almost chuckled out loud but bit his tongue. The sudden softness in Woods was growing on him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“You’re lucky I love you enough to probably get sick later.” he added, tilting his head to place a kiss on his lips, watching his tense expression soften into a look only he knew of. They pulled away shortly after, letting each other relax in the silence around them.
“Still saying you wouldn’t be sick if you listened to me.”
“Jesus Christ.”