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RJ protests through the entire three minutes it takes him to get them comfortably settled and tucked in. “You shouldn’t be in here,” they murmur feverishly, “you’re gonna get sick.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he hums. “Get some rest.”
“...’m cold,” they mumble. He smirks a little and reaches for the extra blanket that they’d just asked him to remove because they were too hot.
“Here.”
“Still cold,” they mumble, and in seconds he’s climbing into bed next to them.
“You’ll get sick,” they whine, already curling up to him.
“Shhh. Go to sleep. I love you.”
“Love you too.”