Disaster era Seb with a terrible head cold who keeps working and when Chris comes home from a project and sees his baby really unwell, he takes charge, even when seb tries to still work:)
He enters the small brownstone, tired but happy to be home. He’d been in LA recording some lines for the upcoming dog documentary, and he hasn’t seen Sebastian in almost five days. They’ve talked of course, but talking on the phone and face timing isn’t the same as being in person.
Sebastian himself had been home only since yesterday, having done the con in Rhode Island, and by how tired he’d sounded last night, Chris is sure today will be a lazy, slow, relaxing day for the both of them.
Dodger greets him at the door, tail wagging and enthusiasm almost overwhelming.
“Hey buddy! Oh, I know, I know. I missed you too. But I’m home now…okay, okay! Yes, I love you too.”
He pets and rubs at Dodger, sitting on the floor with a lap full of dog, then finally stands and brushes the hair off of his sweater and jeans, taking his hat off. He’s putting his jacket up when he hears a couple of stifled sneezes come from what sounds like their bedroom.
“Bless you!” Chris calls, closing the closet door shut. He thinks back to the previous nights video call session. Seb had seen worn down, drawn a bit thin, and Chris decides maybe he should see if they need to go get some medicine.
Walking down to their room, he can hear the soft, frequent sniffles that sound unhelpful and itchy. Something tugs at Chris’s heart. He expects to see Sebastian in bed, maybe scrolling through instagram or texting Mackie, but instead, he’s greeted to Sebastian’s back, sitting in the small office chair they have sitting with the oak wood desk in the corner of their room.
They used to have an office, but had decided to convert it into a guest bedroom, getting more use out of it when Chris’s sisters or their friends stayed over.
“Hey….I’m home. What’re you doing?” Chris asks, bending down to press a kiss to Seb’s cheek. The man sniffles again, left hand holding a crumpled tissue to his nose, and then looks up. He’s pale, but dark circles are blooming under his eyes, rims pink with exhaustion. His nose is pink, like it’s been rubbed at far too much and yet not enough today, and his over all stature is starting to look depleted.
“Uhm….snfsnf! I’m trying to write out th-snfsnf-this thing for the I, Tonya screening tomorrow,” Sebastian says, and Chris winces. His voice sounds wrecked, and has a nasally quality that’s starting to make his n’s sound like d’s.
“Babe….why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?” Chris frowns, but Sebasitan shakes his head, rolling his eyes in the process.
“I’m fine Chris. Just let me finish this then I’ll talk to you,” he says, annoyed that his concentration has been broken. Eyebrow raised a little, Chris huffs and nods.
“Alright. I’m going to shower.”
While Chris is showering, Seb’s able to get more of his semi-speech done. He’s sure he’d be able to be properly finished, but his whole damn head won’t leave him alone. His throat’s killing him, every time he swallows his ears throb, and his nose is so itchy and runny and stuffy, at this point he’s not sure anything will really help him.
As he’s typing, his nose gives a precarious twitch around his nostrils, once, twice, and then three times, and he snaps the tissues he’s had for the past hour once against against his nose, though they don’t help much.
“h’nGXT! khsTSCh’uh! gtshh’eww!” His whole head feels like it’s going to implode, and he can’t do anything but grab another tissue, rubbing at his nose that’s now starting to get a little sore. Even rubbing at it makes it twitch again.
“Jesus fuhhck- itschh’uh! htSSHew! hh’hH…hKSTcHuh!”
The last one hurts his throat enough that he tears his eyes away from the laptop screen to get his cup of water. When he takes a sip, he’s welcomed to nothing but air. Right. He’d finished it off an hour or so ago.
Sighing, Sebastian scrubs at his face a little then turns his attention back to his laptop. He’s so close to being done, when Chris returns, freshly showered, and puts his arms around him from above.
“Come on babe. Take a break.”
“No. Now. It can wait for a bit. I want to see my husband,” Chris frowns, shutting the laptop screen down. Sebastian whips his face up to glare at him.
“Chris, are you serious?! I was almost done..” He wants to argue more, but there’s an itch right at the tip of his nose, and when he swipes at it, still upset, it does nothing but blossom so he can’t ignore it.
Letting the tissues stay in his hoodie pocket, Sebastian brings the cuff of his sleeve up, pressing his nose and a little bit of his mouth into hit, breath hitching a few times before he finally sneezes.
“ghhtschh’uh! hihtSCHHew! Ishh! Ishhhuh! snfsnfsnf! ikstchhuh!”
The sneezes leave him fuzzy headed and a little dizzy, and he’s not fully aware of Chis putting his arms around him and leading him to bed, until he’s sitting down on the plush blankets.
“God bless you sweetheart. You’re staying in bed. No arguing.”
All the fight leaves Seb, and Chris watches as he physically deflates.
“Sorry….I don’t mbean to be such a mbess,” he croaks out, coughing a little. Chris presses a kiss to his forehead, then replaces his lips with his hand.
“You feel warm….babe…” Chris rubs his husbands back when the little cough turns into a bigger, more substantial cough, effectively rendering Seb speechless as he tries to smother the coughs into the crook of his arm.
“Okay, okay. You’re alright,” Chris says softly, trying to soothe his guy, who is so incredibly sick it makes Chris feel awful.
“I’m going to see if Scott can bring some soup and meds. That way I can stay here and watch over you,” he gets them both under the covers, grabbing his phone to text his brother.
“I love you…” Sebastian says, raspy and congested.
“I love you too, even if you could give Steve Rogers a run for his money in stubbornness.”
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