#jothread

@fightalion

“Hey sleepyhead, wake up! I made pancakes!”

“Mikey?” Jo called softly, sniffling a little. He stood in the door way, rubbing his eyes. “I think I’m sick.” He whined lightly, the too big sweater covering his hands, hair stuck up in different paces, eyes glazed over.

“W-What do you mean, no more sex?” Jonah paused, wide eyed, the stethoscope still around his neck.

“Mikey?” The young man lifted his head to try and peer down the hall from their bedroom, trying to see if it was his husband entering their home. It had been so long since Jonah had actually seen him, Michaels hours as a surgeon were keeping them apart lately.

“Do not!” Jonah pouted at this. :I hate being taller than you.” He grumbled, but lifted the fabric to sniff it. “Smells like you though. Smells like home.” He smiled a bit at his husband.

Jonah was floored, he had never seen Eggsy like his before, so fragile so broke. Honestly, it scared him a bit. “No, no please don’t tell me to go away. I want to help. Let me help.” He stepped closer a bit. “What is wrong, babe? What can I do?” He moved to st on the edge of the bed. All he wanted was to help the guy he loved.