Steve had decided to try making one of the cold-mix butterscotch pudding mixes, so that if it came out sub-par, he wouldn't feel bad eating it all, since Rogue's main flavor was chocolate. He almost dropped the mixing bowl, he startled so much at the sudden vibrating at his hip. He shifted the bowl over to his hip, fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his phone, swiping his thumb across the screen to read the whole message.
Blowing out a breath, he shoved the phone back in his pocket and quickly finished stirring the pudding, before shoving it in the fridge. He wiped his hands habitually on the apron he'd put on, even though he hadn't actually gotten anything on himself; one of his few contributions to Rogue's kitchen had been an apron for each of them. With long strides, he moved into the bathroom and started looking for lozenges. He found them in the bottom drawer, a fancy sort of paper package that boasted honey and lemon and menthol to help soothe sore throats and clear out your sinuses. Having never needed any or tried them before, he pulled open the bag and sniffed - pulling back a little with wide eyes. Wow, that really would clear your sinuses, he thought as he headed into the bedroom.
"Hey," he called softly. "I got your lozenges." He settled on the side of the bed, placing a hand on her arm. Even her arm felt hot to the touch, which worried him, since he knew his own body temperature ran slightly higher than normal, and upper arms were usually cooler to the touch than the forehead or wrist.
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Date: 2017-02-26 07:19 am (UTC)Blowing out a breath, he shoved the phone back in his pocket and quickly finished stirring the pudding, before shoving it in the fridge. He wiped his hands habitually on the apron he'd put on, even though he hadn't actually gotten anything on himself; one of his few contributions to Rogue's kitchen had been an apron for each of them. With long strides, he moved into the bathroom and started looking for lozenges. He found them in the bottom drawer, a fancy sort of paper package that boasted honey and lemon and menthol to help soothe sore throats and clear out your sinuses. Having never needed any or tried them before, he pulled open the bag and sniffed - pulling back a little with wide eyes. Wow, that really would clear your sinuses, he thought as he headed into the bedroom.
"Hey," he called softly. "I got your lozenges." He settled on the side of the bed, placing a hand on her arm. Even her arm felt hot to the touch, which worried him, since he knew his own body temperature ran slightly higher than normal, and upper arms were usually cooler to the touch than the forehead or wrist.