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The small..

Fanchild by my friend @fanimaedraws >[]<◇◇◇◇◇

Robert is really quite worried about getting sick. He does his best to avoid it, but because he does this, his immune system isn't that great. That means he gets shot down with regular colds to the point where he's bedridden pretty much every time.

Papa Lanyon can see when Robert starts to feel unwell because almost instantly Robert is grabbing all kinds of medication and water bottles and practically hiding away into his room. He, obviously, doesn't let a child go unchecked with so many medications, but when he tries to come in, Robert looks scared.

"You can't come in! You'll get sick too!"

But Papa Lanyon watches as his son starts to cough, trying to cover it with his shaking arms. He wants nothing more than to hug him close and rub his back, but every step he takes in, Robert's eyes go wide and scared.

Devising a plan, Papa Lanyon leaves and collects together a face mask and some gloves. Then he comes back, asking politely and gently if he can come in now.

"I.. guess.. but no touching.." is his sons weak response.

He helps Robert with the medicine, letting him lie back down, pulling the blanket up around him.

Henry knocks on the door and wants to come in, wants to see his friend and make sure he's okay but.. Robert won't let him in. He can't make Henry sick. He won't allow it.

So Papa Lanyon says that Henry needs to stay out. Henry.. doesn't like it, but it's Robert's wishes.

Papa Lanyon stays in Robert's room all night, so he hears when Robert wakes up in his sleep from the pain. He looks close to tears and he can't help but want to be held. He can't make his father sick! He can't!

But.. he can't just lay there anymore. He needs someone to hug him.

So shakily, guiltily, he reaches his hand out for his dad, for his papa.

"Papa.. can I have a hug..?"

Papa Lanyon immediately shuffles over, lifting Robert up and settling him down against him. He wraps Robert up in a blanket, hugging him very close. "Of course, my sweet boy."

Then he starts to rub all of the aching limbs, trying to settle his son down to sleep again, gently reminding him that "I'm bigger than you are, so my body has more things to fight the icky with."

Robert falls asleep against his father's chest, curled up cosily.

Papa Lanyon has been noticing changes in Henry's behaviour too. Coughing into his arm, refusing to tell people how he's feeling.

It's the next day, when he's making some soup for Robert, that he sees Henry napping on the kitchen chairs. He's.. not too sure why, worry spiking immediately. The boys face looks flushed and warm and when he puts his hand to his forehead..

Henry has a fever.

And has seemingly been hiding it from the two of them this entire time. Because Robert needs the care more than he does because Robert is scared of the sickness.

But Henry's not doing well. Papa Lanyon scoops him up, earning a confused little mumble from the practically delirious boy in his arms.

He takes him to Robert's room, where Robert immediately tries to keep Henry out. Then he sees the state Henry's in and immediately gets worried.

Papa Lanyon lays Henry's tired body down in the bed next to Robert. Two tiny hands come out squishing in the air with a sad noise.

Though it's Robert who recognises Henry wants to be held quicker than Papa Lanyon. Now that both of them are ill, it doesn't matter about space anymore.

He hugs Henry lightly, feeling Henry snuggle close to him. Cautiously, he brings a hand to Henry's hair, beginning to pet it.

And Henry immediately conks out to sleep.

Robert freezes, startled, afraid that he's done something wrong.

"It's alright dear boy, he was just very tired. It seems he feels safe around you."

Robert brings his hand down again, gently petting him again.

That’s how I saw @agodth when my internet went out