🤕 reverse
my muse has been injured / fallen ill, but is too stubborn to stay in bed and recover…
↳ send ‘ 🤕 reverse ‘ for our muse’s roles to be reversed!
ty wasn’t exactly what most would call caring or compassionate. a bit of the opposite, actually. and though his best friend wasn’t always an exception, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit responsible after the blonde came back from their trip to the beach house sick. he wouldn’t be quick to voice his guilt, which was why he did the next best thing and attempted to nurse him back to health.
really, he had no idea what he was doing other than the few things he remembered from his doing aside from the few things he remembered from his childhood and the help of the internet. he even reached out to his mom for some guidance on what to do (which was something he probably wouldn’t have even done for himself — so maybe adam really was more of an exception to his usual callousness than he thought). it was around the third day of being home, and while he was showing signs of recovery he didn’t want to take any risks.
“c’mon, shoo.” ty spoke to his roommate once he appeared in the kitchen, giving him a couple gentle swats to the shoulder. “i told you the soup was coming in a couple minutes. would’ve been quick if someone didn’t lose the can opener.” and by someone he meant himself, cause he barely allowed the other to lift a finger in the condition he had been in. but he held the contraption up in his other hand to show he had, in fact, found it. “lay down, i’ll be in there in a minute. put something good on for us to watch.” he suggested, giving the other another pat to his shoulder before he got to work on the soup he was making for him.