“why won’t you kiss meee?” michael would whine at his boyfriend, getting nasally from the cogestion.
“because you’re sick. if you get me sick and we’re both sick, who is going to take care of us?” his boyfriend would reply, petting michaels messy bedhead.
“pleaseeee?” michael would try to pull his boyfriend in for a kiss but he would plant one of michael’s forehead instead, making him pout.