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Jonathan whimpered in pain.
He'd been overexerting himself to hell and back the past few days, and now every inch of his body ached and burned.
Martin sat beside him in their bed, careful not to touch him.
"I made you tea" he said softly. Jonathan could only manage a small hum of acknowledgment. Martin set aside the tea. "I love you"
Jonathan could only manage a small echo of a whisper in response, but that was more than enough for Martin.
