"No way, I'm perfectly fine here," Camila said firmly, glancing at Connor through the vanity mirror.

Connor looked at her, trying to convince her. "It's freezing here, and the space is cramped. You can't be comfortable. Come back to the apartment; it's warm and spacious."

Camila turned to face him. "Sure, it's small, but I've got everything I need, and I'm comfortable. Winter's short, just a few cold days."

Connor sighed, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Alright, I won't push you."

"I made some oatmeal," Camila said with a smile, gently holding his hand. "We'll have it, and then you can take some fever medicine."

Connor nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Connor came back and sat at the dining

and found it surprisingly delicious. "Did

of the bowl.

nose, and with an apologetic smile said, "To make up for

"You're still sick. Take

"Stay with me for

but it was hard to ensure nothing spontaneous would happen. "You haven't fully recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking to a child, 'll sit by your side until you fall asleep, then I can do my own

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

was only slightly elevated,

all night, was indeed tired. With Camila's soothing presence, he

breathing steady, Camila gently withdrew her hand from his and quietly

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