"You should make me breakfast in bed. Because you love me."
〔 ✄ rageqxit 〕
Geoff let out a little scoff, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at the Oldest Lad before rolling his eyes and sighing, grumbling about how the other better be happy that he loved him so much before going out to the kitchen and starting to bake.
It wasn't Geoffs fault that Michael was fucking patient fucking zero again, but apparently that meant that he was supposed to fucking cook for the sick man every time he became that.
With more grumbles to no one, Geoff walked into their bedroom with the tray of food and set it down on Michaels lap gently, kissing his forehead before going to go get ready to get to work. Just because the Lad was sick didn't mean that Geoff got a day off work, even if he wished it did.
Geoff still had to work, but maybe if he begged Burnie, he could work at home when he was done filming. Maybe he could finish filming early and take his lunch break and spend a few hours at home. Geoff was already scheming how to go home and take care of his sick Lad, and the day hadn't even started.
