[Poggio]

His heart had calmed down enough to offer the man a small smile. His own eyes lowered to the pot stewing on the stove as he moved across the room gingerly placing a hand on his roommates forehead. “You should be asleep or laying down.” His hand then moved to the underside of Jerials chin where it was considerably warmer. It was his fault his roommate was in this condition and the reminder brought a faint flush to his face. Quickly he retracted his hand, feeling odd that he should touch the other in such a familiar way. He was not the prince of his dreams but his roommate. “umm, if you go lay down I will bring you the soup.” He said looking away and into the boiling brew.