"Thanks," he replied in a deadpan tone, "I like your face too." If he was still joking, he was fine, right?

Adam's face scrunched under Ronan's hand and he returned to burrowing his head into the couch. "With what? Does it matter?" If he had a fever, then a thermometer telling them he had a fever wouldn't do anything.

He was still for a moment, working up the momentum to push himself off the couch. He was a little wobbly when he stood, but he didn't plan on sitting back down. "We'll feed them together."