Bowl of soup
“Reggie?” James whispers when he enters the room in case Regulus was sleeping.
Regulus growls from the bed. “I’m dying, James.” James bites his lip not to laugh. Regulus is lying on the bed. James sees his head poking out from the covers. His curls are flat, sticking to his forehead from the sweat. “This is it. This is my end.”
“I assure you it’s not,” James answers and crosses the room, putting the tray on the bedside table.
“I am! I can feel it.” Regulus sights looking like he is on death bed. James just gives him an unimpressed look. Regulus gasps in the offence. “You promised you will always support me!”
“Well, I’m not supporting in calming you will die, Reg. You have a cold. That’s it.”
“It’s a serious illness.” Regulus frowns at him and it’s utterly cute in James’ eyes.
“Is it?”
“I feel horrible.” Regulus sights and James’ eyes soften.
“I know, love.” James sits at the side of the bed swiping the curls from Regulus’ forehead. “And that’s why I brought you a bowl of vegetable soup. The one my moms always cooked me when I was ill.”
Instead of reaching for the bowl Regulus wraps himself around James’ waist with his head on James’ lap. James caresses his cheek. “Come on. You have to eat something.” Regulus just grumbles. “And I can read to you after. What do you think?”
At the mention of reading Regulus looks up. He's had a headache the past few days so he couldn’t read. James knows he misses it. “Yeah, okay. The book is on the shelf over there.” And all of a sudden, he doesn’t look like someone who claims that he is dying in the next five minutes. James keeps this thought to himself as he gets up to take to book.