"You better be fine. You don't get to show up and catch a weird plague and then die on me after I lugged all my stuff up here." Alex making typical bad jokes to lighten the mood, but it can't lighten the concern in her eyes as she watched his face and felt the warmth of his hands like this. Still, she makes an effort at a smile, before she brushes some of his hair away from his forehead again.

"Do you want some tea or something? I can grab you a glass of water and some advil in case it's a fever. I mean, it feels like a fever..." Alex for all of her mother henning doesn't exactly do this for anyone else often. Sure, she's propped up drunk people on their side with a bucket and water and advil, and she's made day and nyquil runs, but when she's sick Alex's idea is to just take nyquil and put on netflix and become a zombie.