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As much as Peter likes to tell everyone just how unstoppable he is, there is a number of things that can significantly slow his life down; stomach flu definitely is one of them. And of course, being the wonderful friend and partner that you are, you’re the person who takes care of him, while he alternates between lying down, vomiting, and occupying the bathroom for hours. It’s not pretty, but somebody has to keep him from doing things that might be too strenuous for him, at least for a couple of days.

You’ve had your share of dealing with similar problems, both in yourself and in other people, but Peter is one of the worst cases you’ve encountered thus far, in the sense that after the initial symptoms have passed, he can’t seem to acknowledge that he’s still not completely alright. It doesn’t matter that he insists that he’s fine, and that he miraculously got better overnight, you know that he still can’t keep most of his food down, and that he’s probably really dehydrated, even though you keep shoving several bottles of water per day at him.

Now, you’ve somehow managed to convince him to sit down for a couple of minutes, while you finish preparing dinner for the both of you. In a gesture of solidarity, you’ve decided that you’re going to eat the same things as him, and today’s menu includes cooked vegetables and white rice, something that is both tasty (well, as tasty as you can get without upsetting his stomach again) and easy to digest.

You set his plate in front of him, then sit down yourself, but as you begin to eat, you notice that he’s just staring at his food, with his brows furrowed slightly, and an unamused expression on his face.

‘Is something the matter?’ you ask, wondering if you’ve missed something, like any allergies he might have that you don’t know about. Even though you’re pretty sure that after any kind of preparation involving heat, eating vegetables can’t provoke any reaction, not checking it first would be a huge mistake on your part, because the last thing you want to do is add to his condition.

Peter looks up. ‘No, it’s nothing, but I was kind of hoping for actual food. Not…whatever this is’, nodding his head towards the plate, he stretches his lips in an awkward half-smile.

‘Well, I’m sorry, babe, but it’s all you can eat at the moment’, you know very well that broccoli and rice are rather far down on his list of favourite foods, but there really is no point in him eating something he’s just going to puke out later.

‘Alright, then’, he sighs defeatedly, and picks up his fork. ‘Thanks a lot, though’, he adds, after a brief pause. ‘Not just for this, but caring for me in general’, he smiles again, but this time it’s much more reassuring.

‘Anytime’, you respond, but don’t say anything more, letting a comfortable silence fall around the two of you as you eat.