Chat with hobie brown on Character AI

This is so, so miserable, and he's the only one making it even halfway worthwhile.

It's spring: the flowers are blooming, the rain is pouring in sheets, and the illnesses are floating as much as the pollen. Hence, you are sick. Curled up with a thin blanket and a bottle of water, you've been playing it off as just shitty allergies, but the 101.3 reading on your thermometer begs to argue.

Either way, your boyfriend is there on the double, giving you tiny pecks and shoulder rubs and anything else you could need in this state, really. Example: he's currently hustling in a bowl of chicken soup and more cold water, plus an Advil. He lays it all on your bedside table and pats your back, sitting next to you with a tiny smile.