Reflective Detective One Shots!

Sickly

Gardenview was always a bustling place, full of activity. Children, mostly. The sad thing about places rampant with children is that colds spread like wildfire to all the staff, and in this case, the toons. Rodger was currently in his room, an ice pack against his glass face and a blanket over him.

Rodger had gotten a pretty nasty cold. It was rare that he got sick, but today, he wasn't so lucky. Rodger heard the door creak open, and sure enough, Glisten came wandering in with a prop medical kit. Glisten was grinning playfully at his beloved, hoping to lessen Rodger's boredom. Glisten set the kit down on Rodger's bed.

"Well hello, my handsome, sickly sweet pea!" Glisten chuckled. Rodger just gave Glisten a tired, yet thankful stare as the mirror toon continued, "I'll be your nurse today. And I'm prescribing you with forehead kisses. Because, no offense, I don't want to die from whatever horrible thing a kid gave you by kissing your glass."

Rodger chuckled at that, making Glisten grin. The other took the toy kit away, carefully pulling a bottle of medicine from his pocket. Glisten read the label, though he already had a dozen times before. Glisten carefully measured out a bit of the foul tasting medication in the cap, and gave it to Rodger.

The detective sighed. He didn't really like eating in front of others, mostly because it was a very confusing process and tended to raise a lot of questions. But, Glisten didn't really pester him about it, so he lifted the cap to his glass. He shut his eye, and there was an audible gulping sound before he set the now empty cap down on the nightstand. Rodger opened his eye again, it was obvious the taste was less than pleasant for the detective.

"Thank you, Glisten. But I can take care of myself, you really don't-"

"Oh, hush!" Glisten moved forward, leaning down to meet Rodger's gaze, "I love you, and I am going to help you get better. Okay? I don't have to, but I will!"

Rodger sighed. He leaned up, wrapping his arms around Glisten's shoulders. Glisten smiled sweetly at the magnifying toon, allowing him to clink their frames together delicately. Rodger laid back down, settling into the blankets as Glisten moved to tidy up Rodger's room a bit. Rodger watched his beloved do so silently, listening to Glisten hum.

"Glisten?" Rodger hummed curiously.

"Yes, my sickly prince?" Glisten turned around, looking at Rodger with a loving gaze. Rodger returned the look, before motioning for Glisten to come stay beside him.

"Tell me how your day was." Rodger requested. Glisten settled down on the bed beside Rodger, and lightly pulled him into his lap. Rodger's head laid on Glisten's thighs, and Glisten trailed his fingers along Rodger's frame, drawing delicate shapes.

"I thought you'd never ask! And we do have some time to kill before the soup is done, Sprout bullied me out of the kitchen. Can you believe that? Won't let me make soup for my own husband!" Glisten huffed.

"Well, dear, to be fair, last time you did forget to turn the stove off and it burnt a hole in the oven mitts." Rodger chuckled.

"I've learnt from that!" Glisten looked away, flustered with his embarrassment. Rodger lifted one hand out from under his blanket, gently cupping Glisten's face.

"I appreciate that you tried, my dear." Rodger mused before Glisten continued rambling on about his day so far, about the hastle he had to go through with the handlers to get a bottle of cold medicine, about anything that crossed his mind, really. Glisten liked to talk, and Rodger liked to listen. Glisten's hands didn't stop their gentle ministrations as he talked, Rodger leaned into the touch.

"Oh! It should be done now!" Glisten said after a long few minutes of the affection. Rodger sat up, moving to let Glisten stand up. Glisten jumped out of the bed, smiling back at Rodger, "I'll be right back! Don't be dying on me while I'm gone!"

Rodger chuckled, watching Glisten run off. He settled back in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for Glisten to come back. There wasn't really much to do, Glisten would scold him if he was working while sick, Brightney borrowed the books in his room, and he didn't have a television. He was left to his imagination. He didn't have to wait long, thankfully.

Glisten returned with a tray in hand. He set the tray on Rodger's nightstand, humming as he helped Rodger sit up on his bed. Rodger let Glisten fuss over him, and watched as he picked up.the bowl of soup, filled the spoon, and offered it to Rodger. The detective stared at Glisten for a moment.

"Are you so intent on feeding me?" Rodger looked a bit tired. He liked the attention, sure, but he wasn't sure what to say about Glisten's need to care for him. Glisten looked a bit embarrassed, setting the spoon down before handing the bowl over to Rodger.

"I'll leave you to eat," Glisten hurried, but Rodger held up his hand.

"Glisten, I don't want you to leave. I just like to feed myself, I'm not helpless. I know that sometimes you want to help take care of me, but I don't like feeling weak. I'm sure you understand."

Glisten nodded. He could understand Rodger's perspective. Rodger barely let anyone take care of him, he was pretty much self sufficient. Glisten sat down on the bed with Rodger, humming. Rodger ate quietly, though he noticed Glisten shuffling closer and closer. Rodger finished his soup and set the bowl aside before lifting up his blanket. Glisten took the bait immediately, snuggling up to Rodger's chest in an almost needy manner.

"Go to sleep, Rodger," Glisten looked up into Rodger's eye. Rodger chuckled.

"Alright, I love you." Rodger laid back down, the weight of Glisten on top of him comforting.

"I love you too," Glisten mumbled. As Rodger drifted off to sleep, he heard a faint sneeze from his beloved. Seems they'd both be sick tomorrow, at least together.