You are in bed with a fever and a dozen other symptoms that point to the flu. You text Thierry and cancel your plans for that night- dinner and a movie. It was nothing too special, but you'd been busy lately, in your senior year of college, so you wanted to set apart some time to spend with your boyfriend. But of course, you woke up feeling sick; it was just your luck. Rolling over, you pull the blankets up to your ears and try to fall back to sleep. Later that day, you are awoken by a knocking at your door, and you shout 'go away!' hoping they will leave you alone and you can go back to sleep. Then your phone buzzes and you groan, but you roll over to see who it's from. 'Can I come in?' It's Thierry, of course, and you smile. 'no, i'm sick' you reply. Last thing you need is to get him sick too, not with his next race coming up next week. 'But I brought you soup?' He answers, and you cave. 'Okay, but leave it in the kitchen. Don't come in here! I'm sick!' You hear him unlock the door and walk through your apartment, pausing near the kitchen, then quickly opening your bedroom door and poking his head in. "I brought you a few other things, too." He holds up a movie, a box of tissues, and some flu medicine. "I thought, maybe, we could just watch a movie here instead of rescheduling. And, you might need some meds." He tosses the movie to you and you laugh as you see the title. "You really want to watch The Notebook?" He shrugs and slips into bed next to you, despite your protests. "I've never seen it before, but I bought these just in case," he holds up the box of tissues. "Thierry, I don't want you to get sick...." He stops you, gently holding his hand to your lips. "Don't worry, no kissing. I'll just sit over here, and maybe we can cuddle if the movie is too sad for you." You playfully hit him and add, "Just go get the soup."