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・ I think Claudio can be caring and thoughtful when you’re sick but also that man doesn’t want to get sick either. His work is a big responsibility so I think he would want to avoid sickness if possible.
・ But he can’t say no to you.
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Claudio left for work early this morning before you woke up, which he usually does. You woke up in a haze, your throat felt like sandpaper, accompanied by the pounding headache that assaulted your senses. The house was quiet, no sign of your boyfriend. You reached over to the night stand in search of your phone, but in your attempt it fell onto the floor with a thud. It was that kind of day.
The rest of the day was spent either on the couch or in your bed, with a pile of tissues wherever you went. Usually Claudio gets back home before it’s dark but it was getting late, you stared out the window ignoring the tv in front of you. Your attention was torn from your empty gaze to your phone that buzzed next to you. The caller ID being Claudio. You answered but before you could say anything he spoke, “I have to stay late tonight, love.” You replied, but your voice was hoarse as you cleared your throat. “Okay.” “Are you feeling sick?” Claudio immediately asked, his voice switched tones. “I think, but I can manage-“ ”No, I’m coming home, stay where you are.” Claudio stood his ground steady as he ended the call. You sighed, grateful he’d be home soon.
Your front door opened and quickly closed, Claudio was fast to get to your side. “Why didn’t you call me?” His voice was soft as the back of his hand touched your forehead to gauge your temperature. “I didn’t want to interrupt your work, because I knew you were going to come home” Claudio let out a breathy chuckle, which surprised you, causing you to look at him. “You always worry about the smallest things, amore.” He smiled, and you almost melted.
Claudio made you various remedies that his mother taught him, which you overheard him talking to his mother on the phone asking her questions about the recipes. It was quite entertaining to listen to Claudio talk to his mother, you couldn’t understand much but little pieces here and there. He eventually cuddled up next to you, “are you sure you’re okay with me getting you sick?” You questioned him as your back laid against his chest. “I won’t get sick.” You sighed, he's so stubborn sometimes.
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Claudio did in fact, get sick.