[littl3chocobo]

the boy was looking flush again. the prince took four steps toward the other and sliding his hand under the fringe of hair laid his hand upon the boy's forehead but he could not tell if the other was warm or not so his did what his nanny used to do, he pushed the boy's hair out of the way and leaned down to touch foreheads. he could feel now that the other was warmer than he should be. "you are wrong, you are sick. rest." he let go of the other and straightened up. he stared at the still sitting child.