"I'm sorry," Matteo repeated as he pulled back to look at him. He lifted a hand to his forehead, clearly not feeling well, then looked at Adrian again. "Let's go," he said softly.
Adrian noticed him rubbing his head, his irritation softening into concern.
"What's wrong? Why are you holding your head?"
"Just a headache," Matteo admitted, squinting slightly against the streetlights. "It's been building since the afternoon. I'm fine."
"Do you need to go to the hospital, or have you taken anything?" Adrian asked, reaching out to feel his forehead."
"No… I'll be fine. I only need some rest when I get home."
"You're impossible," Adrian sighed. "Come on, let's get you home so you can take some medicine and rest."
"Okay, baby," Matteo said quietly, leaning into him. "I missed you all day. I'm really sorry I kept you waiting. I don't like it when you're mad at me."
"It's fine. Can we go now?" Adrian said.
"Alright," Matteo asked.
