Slade: *sniffs as he coughs, laying in bed*
Alvin: *comes in* Awe, babe, you still feeling sick?
Slade: Y-Yeah...
Alvin: *smiles and gets on the bed next to Slade*
Slade: A-Alvin? What are you d-doing?
Alvin: Nothing *leans in for a kiss*
Slade: *puts his hand on Alvin's chest, trying to keep him away* No, b-babe. I don't want you to g-get s-sick....
Alvin: *chuckles and moves Slade's hand, keeps moving closer* I don't care if you're sick. You're worth catching a cold over. *kisses Slade*