Sniff. Rowan straightened his back and wiped his tears off his cheeks. Happiness filled his heart so much that it churned into complaints and sulking. "I'm the mean one? You're just making me wait a lot longer! I even cooked for you. Your share will get cold."
Duke chuckled as if he could see how Rowan pulled his face in a pout. ["I should just reheat it, then. Don't worry, I'll eat it as soon as I'm allowed to have solid food. Have you finished eating?"]
"Huh? Uhm, no, not yet. It's your fault for calling without texting me first." Rowan bent down and hid his wheezing. However, he still kept the phone next to him in case he missed anything that Duke would say. Then again, he could just be the one to start talking.
"Duke…" Rowan cried out, letting his pain flow. "I'm so happy you're awake now. I didn't even know if you were still alive days ago…"
