“But I’d still feel bad for you know, passing it on.” Anna admitted with a small frown as she turned to look at the television. It was weird for her to be sat here with him, it was almost as though she couldn’t comprehend it. They were together, or at least going to be together, and it felt like it wasn’t even happening.
Feeling his lips on her cheek caused another flush to spread over her cheeks, along with a small smile. “A sandwich sounds good…” She called out as she shuffled back into her bed and pulled the sheets over her body. A smile settled on her face as she watched Catfish, wondering how people could so easily be tricked.
“No, it’s alright, really,” he commented, dismissing the topic. He actually didn’t care if she got him sick. Usually, he was the type of person that kept sick people as far away from him as possible, but with Anna, it was like that wasn’t even a concern for him. Maybe he was just so deep into character that he had forgotten how awful it was to be sick.
As the soup finished heating up, he was done making their sandwiches, and set about cleaning up the kitchen before serving up their food and heading back into the room. “Soup and a sandwich for you, my dear, and a sandwich for me. What did I miss?” he asked as he settled back in beside her and looked over at the tv. Watching Catfish with Anna was a bit ironic to him, and that was probably why he found it so amusing.













