Mix and Earth sat down together to share the meal, a comfortable silence settled between them. Earth watched Mix closely, his concern evident in his eyes as he observed his assistant's every move.
Mix, meanwhile, felt a jumble of emotions swirling within him. He wanted to talk to Earth, to address the unresolved feelings between them, but he couldn't find the right words to express himself. Instead, he focused on eating, allowing the warmth of Earth's presence to soothe his troubled mind.
The chicken soup was warm and comforting, filling Mix's stomach and providing him with much-needed nourishment. With each spoonful, he felt a sense of gratitude towards Earth for taking care of him during his illness.
As they ate, Earth made small talk, trying to lighten the mood with anecdotes from work and updates on their colleagues. Mix listened attentively, offering the occasional nod or smile in response.
After they finished eating, Earth cleared away the dishes and tidied up the room, while Mix sat back, lost in thought. As he watched Earth move about the room with ease, a sense of admiration swelled within him. Despite his own worries and uncertainties, Earth had remained steadfast in his care and support for Mix, and for that, Mix was truly grateful.
Once everything was cleaned up, Earth returned to Mix's side, his expression soft and caring. "How are you feeling, Mix?" he asked gently, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
Mix hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "I'm... I'm okay," he replied softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Earth nodded understandingly, his gaze warm and reassuring. "If you need anything, just let me know," he said, reaching out to squeeze Mix's hand gently.
After breakfast, Mix drifted off to sleep once again, his body still weary from his illness. Meanwhile, Earth took out his laptop and settled on the floor beside Mix's bed, leaning against the side for support as he worked.
Throughout his tasks, Earth made sure to steal occasional glances at Mix, ensuring his assistant's well-being. He checked Mix's temperature periodically, relieved to see that it hadn't risen again.
With a sigh of relief, Earth removed the damp towel from Mix's forehead, feeling reassured by the slight improvement in his condition.
Focusing on his work, Earth became absorbed in his tasks, the rhythm of his typing filling the room. However, he never forgot to keep an eye on Mix, his concern for his assistant never wavering.
As the morning wore on and noon approached, Earth took a moment to stretch and glanced at his watch. Realizing that it was almost lunchtime, he swiftly closed his laptop and got up from his spot on the floor.
With determination, Earth made his way to the kitchen, his mind already buzzing with ideas for a nutritious meal to nourish Mix's body and help him recover.
