Summary:

“Has your flu gone away?” Troy draws back up, brushing Harris’s bangs gently to the side. His skin is warm, but not hot, and it doesn’t feel like he has a fever from what Troy can tell, but he wants to make sure. “Mmm, well, it turns out it wasn’t the flu.” “No? What was it?” A smile splits across Harris’s face as he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, drawing out a thin, white object, passing it to Troy. “See for yourself.”