Fix You Up || Sebastian & Jude
Sebastian groaned as he turned off the stove. He didn't cook often, and almost exclusively he cooked for himself. He anyway had little need to cook for himself when he had money to pay for others to do it. But Jude was sick, and while he wasn't overly pleased with Jude, his mother's idea that there was nothing a little homemade soup and medicine couldn't fix had stuck. Besides, he needed Jude working at the reception desk. It was getting to be irritating how him being sick was interfering with working.
Sebastian ladled the soup into a larger bowl and covered it before pouring the water he'd heated up into a mug with a chamomile bag sitting in it. He let it soak for a minute or two before tossing the bag out. The tea and the soup went on a tray that already had some Tylenol on it, and he sighed, grabbing it and making his way out of the kichen.
He knew that Jude wasn't going to be in the best mood - not like Jude was ever particularly polite with him, but there was a difference between banter and the completely foul attitude he'd been put in for the past few days. Sebastian still made his way over to the office that Jude slept in, and he knocked on the door before coming in. "Sit up. I brought food, tea, and medicine," he grumbled, walking over and setting the tray down.