John paced around the room, thinking hard. He wasn't sure what he could do while Paul was sleeping. He slowly turned his head to watch his love sleeping fitfully, thanks to a contagious cold. He knew he'd catch it too, but he didn't care as long as Paulie got better.
He suddenly snapped his fingers, grinning brightly. "That's the song!" he whispered. He sat on the edge of the bed and fiercely scribbled out the words to a song in the journal Paul'd left on his nightstand. John was sure he wouldn't mind.
"John?" He turned his head to see the lump that was Paul beside him roll towards him. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it towards his chin, looking strangely childish as he blinked his unique eyes. "What are you doing, love?"
John smiled and reached over to bunch the blanket around Paul's shoulders. "Just writing a song. I didn't mean to wake you, darling."
Paul just gave him a teasing glare, then coughed into the blanket. "Y-you didn't love. Don't worry about it."
John looked down at t
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