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"Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Will. Will. Wiiiiiiill."

"Hi."

"Will, love me."

"You're drunk. Go home."

"My home is you." Jordan winked. "Wimmy, love me."

"Jor, find your chill."

"But I love youuuu. And I need you, Wimmy, to love me."

"Jor."

"Love me, Wimmyyyy. Love me!"

"Chill, Jor."

"Love me~!"

"Chill, man."

"Wim, love me!"

"Chill."

"I lost my chill when I got lost in your eyes."

"You fucking dork."

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Jordan hummed softly with wooden spoon in hand. He gently stirred the chicken noodle soup he was preparing for his boyfriend.

"He always gets sick when he sets a foot outside of this apartment. It's amazing." Jordan shook his head in playful exasperation.

He spooned some of the warm chicken noodle soup into a bowl and set it in front of the lump sitting at the kitchen table.

"Urghhh."

"I told you to wear a jacket."

"Murghdkladkj."

"Just eat your damn soup."

A rattling cough echoed. Will wheezed. "Thanks."

Jordan tried not to laugh at how silly Will's cold made him sound.

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