"Ugghh, that's disgusting, Paris!" he whined, although he was grinning either way. As gross as his boyfriend was, he was still kinda cute. Okay, a bit more than just kinda, but still. "Use a tissue!"

Chris gently pushed Paris as he climbed off, as if he was the one making him move away. He'd hardly touched him, but that was kinda the point. He did wrinkle his nose at the nickname, though.

"Really?? You're going to be calling me that?" he groaned, and pouted, although he had the decency to look at least a little bashful for the 'bragging' he hadn't meant to do. Despite his slight shame in bragging or whatever, he wasn't so guilty that he didn't make a face when Paris told him to wake him up.

"Oh, yeah, sure..." he rolled his eyes, grinning as he leaned over to set the alarm on the bedside table. "There..." And with a kiss on Paris's forehead, he collected his guitar to put away and his laptop to head downstairs to work.

But regardless of his actions, Chris had every intention to make it back upstairs, before the alarm went off, with a bowl of soup, water, and Paris's next dose of medicine. He just felt like being a jerk for a few moments.