He nodded, tugging off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. He tried to smile before sliding into the bed next to him, covering them both up. He gently pulled him over until Eliot was laying in his arms, head pillowed on his chest. "Just relax. You already feel like you aren't running so high a fever so...good sign? Hopefully."

He closed his eyes, fingers rubbing down one of his sides while the other moves through his hair. "I'm sorry it had to hurt so damn bad though." He sighed softly.