Well that made the whining stop. Flexing the fingers of his now free hand Timothy laid if over the other’s forehead. It was still cold, numb, so he might as well put it to good use. “Why are you warm?” The second can was set down and his other hand took over pressing his palm flat against the chilled spot. When it felt cold enough? He moved up to the back of the neck. “I mean warmer than usual. Are you sure this is just a headache?” Fuck if Jack was sick he didn’t want to catch it.
“Mmm-mf?” Jack had stopped paying attention like, eight minutes ago. Those chilled fingers felt way to damn good on his overheated skin. He wondered if Tim was secretly a friggin’ wizard or somethin’ cause– Oh right he was talking.
“I’m always warm when I get headaches. I dunno, I think the weather control in here might be broken– or something. Whatever.” So long as Tim kept doing what he was doing he didn’t care about anything else.