"I come home from work, and this is what I see…." Noah internally sighed at the sight of Everest dragging his blanket to the kitchen, looking for something through the cabinets.
"Yo, you're home. Do you happen to have any medicine for colds?" Everest nonchalantly asks.
Sigh, Noah rubs his head, "…it should be in the pantry over there," he points to the opposite direction.
"Achoo!...thanks!" Everest definitely sounded and looked sick since his hair was greasy, distressed, and though he was wrapped with a blanket, he was wearing a hoodie underneath and warm sweatpants. Moreover, his back was crouching the entire time. Noah wondered if his back could handle being that low.
"How was work?" Everest casually asks, coming out of the pantry after finding the medicine for colds and going to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink it with.
"Why does it concern you?" Noah coldly passes around him to get to the fridge.
