"Bunny, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I'm fine here."

Kotetsu huffed out an aggravated sigh and raked a hand through his hair. Barnaby was the most stubborn brat he had ever met, and obviously that didn't change a bit even when he was sick.

"Turn the TV up some. I want to make sure Sky High doesn't pull ahead of me again."

"The remote is-"

"I'm sick, old man. Unless you want me to vomit all over you I suggest you let me stay still and-" The young man's face contorted with sudden pain and discomfort, and a weak little moan escaped through his lips. He twisted a bit in pain, holding his stomach and hoping to alleviate the nausea by changing his position on the sleek black recliner. In doing so, he noticed that the remote was... right next to him.

He looked back to Kotetsu with something like apology written all over his pale face, and the older man couldn't help but grin.

"I'll get the Tums. Holler if you're gonna throw up and I'll princess carry you to the bathroom."

Barnaby only scowled at the sound of Kotetsu's chuckling as he disappeared around the corner into another part of Barnaby's apartment.

Being sick was bad enough. But being patronized by this ignorant, senile man was even...

Not worse, Barnaby realized. In fact, it wasn't that bad at all. At least, for the first time in a long time, someone was actually taking care of him, and that was something Barnaby could get used to whether Apollon had actually forced Kotetsu to take care of him or not.