Arquis felt his face grow hot. He was trying his best not to act frustrated, but the conversation was going absolutely nowhere. Every time he thought that he or Lovey had made a good point, Rin would completely deny it. That wasn’t their fault. He knew it was not. Someone in his life had convinced them that they should be caregiver and not cared for; that he should patch the wounds of others even when bleeding out.
He opened his mouth to try a different approach and was cut off by Honey’s hand on his shoulder. The blonde gave him a subtle nod before switching his focus to Rin.
“Hey, handsome. Let’s pause for a second and think. Say that I was running a fever. Probably had a sore throat, too. What would you tell me to do?”