Tea
Mob AU Madloch because why not? @my-dear-hammy
Francis didn't even notice someone else was in the room until he heard a mug being set on the table next to him. He made a groaning noise.
James chuckled slightly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Francis was curled up under the covers, mostly trying to ignore life and the constant pain that stabbed him where he'd been shot. It had been stitched up, but the pain only seemed to be getting worse at this point.
“You should stop focusing on it. Didn't Aaron buy you a TV?” James asked.
“Move the covers,” Francis muttered. “And get me a fucking bra, I'm still naked.”
James gently moved the covers so that Francis’ head was poking out, before looking around the room until he found an okay-smelling bra in the closet.
“Is this good?” he asked.
“Find a sports bra.”
“That's probably going to be too tight,” James said. “You got shot.”
“I've been shot before.”
“Not in the rib,” James said, walking back to Francis. “This is probably easier for me to put on for you, anyway.
“I can put on-”
“No you can't,” James hummed, slipping the straps over Francis’ arms. He moved the covers down a little so that the cups got into place before clasping the back for Francis. “Aaron didn't do this for you yet?”
“I've been an absolute bitch to Aaron, so he hasn't gotten the chance, no,” Francis said.
James handed over the mug of tea, sighing. “He bought you a TV.”
“I hate watching TV,” Francis muttered, taking a sip of the tea.
James rolled his eyes, getting into the bed next to Francis. “You and I are going to find something you like on TV, and you're going to tell your boyfriend that you love the fact that he bought one for you.”
Francis stuck his tongue out, but he leaned into James, continuing to drink tea. The next few hours passed with James flipping to random TV shows and letting Francis figure out what he could watch while he was confined to bed.
They ended up with NCIS, and James slid the remote back onto the side table. Francis eventually fell asleep against him. James sighed, risking a kiss to Francis’ forehead before laying him back down.
He left the TV on, mostly to appease Aaron and let him know that it came to some use. He washed the mug for Francis, wiping it dry and setting it back.
James slid a few cans of sparkling water under the bed for later, and left a few pieces of chocolate with them.
“Stay safe,” he murmured, before he slipped out of the apartment again.
