fic: RPS: Get You Well (1/1)
Title: Get You Well
Author: Havenward
Fandom: Kane RPS (waiter!au)
Pairing: Kane/Carlson
Rating: PG
Words: 298
Note: For canadiangoddess, because she finally got around to reading thejealoussea and the plot point that's all my fault and I had to make up for it. It's pretty much a tidbit of fluff...
Summary: This time it's Christian that's sick, and Steve's at the door.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t return the favor?”
Chris just sort of blinks up at Steve, waiting for the words to make sense in his head. His mouth sort of moves wordlessly until his brain catches up - the question was rhetorical. “You’re th’one that handles food for a, uh, living,” he says lamely, slurring a little from the medicine. Still, he pushes the door open for Steve and wanders in the general direction of the kitchen table. Or maybe the couch - he’s not really looking.
“Have you been sleeping on your couch?” Steve’s voice sounds like it’s filtered through water, but the worry shines through anyway.
Chris shrugs and stops long enough to press his palms against his eyes. Goddamn headache. “‘S closer.” He cracks an eye open when he realizes the sounds he’s hearing are actually Steve straightening things up. Right down to plumping the couch cushions. “Y’don’t gotta-”
“When was the last time you ate?” Steve is standing in front of him now, and Chris thinks maybe he must have trailed off and zoned out or something because wasn’t he on the other side of the room? “Christian, c’mon. When was the last time you ate?”
“Dunno. Maybe five? Six? ‘S just a sandwich.”
Steve pushes him towards the couch and sits him down. “Lay down,” he says gently. “I’ll wake you up when the food’s ready.” Chris frowns, and he means to say something, he does, but he yawns instead and Steve is pushing his shoulders until he lays down. He tucks a blanket around Chris’ shoulders, stroking his hair away from his face for a moment before standing. Chris can’t help sliding into sleep, the world tilting only a little as he listens to Steve humming and tinkering in the kitchen.
Author: Havenward
Fandom: Kane RPS (waiter!au)
Pairing: Kane/Carlson
Rating: PG
Words: 298
Note: For canadiangoddess, because she finally got around to reading thejealoussea and the plot point that's all my fault and I had to make up for it. It's pretty much a tidbit of fluff...
Summary: This time it's Christian that's sick, and Steve's at the door.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t return the favor?”
Chris just sort of blinks up at Steve, waiting for the words to make sense in his head. His mouth sort of moves wordlessly until his brain catches up - the question was rhetorical. “You’re th’one that handles food for a, uh, living,” he says lamely, slurring a little from the medicine. Still, he pushes the door open for Steve and wanders in the general direction of the kitchen table. Or maybe the couch - he’s not really looking.
“Have you been sleeping on your couch?” Steve’s voice sounds like it’s filtered through water, but the worry shines through anyway.
Chris shrugs and stops long enough to press his palms against his eyes. Goddamn headache. “‘S closer.” He cracks an eye open when he realizes the sounds he’s hearing are actually Steve straightening things up. Right down to plumping the couch cushions. “Y’don’t gotta-”
“When was the last time you ate?” Steve is standing in front of him now, and Chris thinks maybe he must have trailed off and zoned out or something because wasn’t he on the other side of the room? “Christian, c’mon. When was the last time you ate?”
“Dunno. Maybe five? Six? ‘S just a sandwich.”
Steve pushes him towards the couch and sits him down. “Lay down,” he says gently. “I’ll wake you up when the food’s ready.” Chris frowns, and he means to say something, he does, but he yawns instead and Steve is pushing his shoulders until he lays down. He tucks a blanket around Chris’ shoulders, stroking his hair away from his face for a moment before standing. Chris can’t help sliding into sleep, the world tilting only a little as he listens to Steve humming and tinkering in the kitchen.