Ethan stepped into the quiet bedroom, relieved to find Adrian finally resting. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing reassured Ethan, though the slight redness on Adrian's cheeks hinted at the lingering effects of his recent cough. Quietly, he approached the bed and placed a cool hand on Adrian's forehead, frowning as he confirmed a low-grade fever. "You just can't help worrying me, can you?" he murmured softly to himself.
He moved around the room, closing the windows against the chilly breeze, hoping it would help Adrian rest more comfortably. As he finished, he gave one last look at Adrian, allowing himself a small, fond smile before heading downstairs.
