Billie Bob Taylor
"I'm going to take a shower Dito," I peeked my head into his office as he worked away on his computer.
It had been ten days since he came home sick, he had been feeling well for eight days and was back to his normal self. Pedro and I thought he would rather work from home until we were fully sure. He still sneezed from time to time and the coughs still persisted randomly but he looked worlds apart from the sick teddy bear he was a few days ago.
From the moment he could breathe through his nose without wheezing he had forced his way to work in his office and at a point I simply gave up. At least he looked happy when he was checking programmes and designs.
He looked up with a small smile and nodded, "Okay meu amor."
