[He catches that use of his first name, gives America a searching look when he's not looking and tips his head. It's just a symptom of the sickness, clearly! So he huffs and reaches over to move America all the way onto the bed, tugging sheets up around him. He might as well do this right :T]
My flight isn't until tomorrow, anyway. [He tugs off one of his gloves and presses a chilled hand to America's forehead. Ouch, he's burning up.] Have you taken some medicine?
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My flight isn't until tomorrow, anyway. [He tugs off one of his gloves and presses a chilled hand to America's forehead. Ouch, he's burning up.] Have you taken some medicine?