Red, White and Royal Blue (Alex/Henry)
“Do I have a fever?” Henry peered up at Alex through bleary eyes.
“Hell if I know,” Alex grumped, peering at the thermometer. “Why do you Brits insist on using celsius? It makes no sense.”
“You’re such an American,” Henry said, pushing his hair away from his face. “It makes perfect sense. The split between hot and freezing is zero. Tell me how 32 degrees works.”
“Why are we arguing about this? You could be …” Alex’s voice trailed off. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Henry’s.
“Hey.” Henry cupped his cheek. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”