"Not technically on me but you did live up to your declaration that you don't hold your farts in when you've got a migraine," Jude teased, peppering some soft kisses to Winston's neck below his ear. Winston was disheveled from a long and restless sleep, his curly hair sticking up every which way and a couple of days ginger stubble felt a little scratchy under Jude's fingertips but he loved seeing him like this. Not that he would wish him feeling unwell to get there but he truly appreciated that they were only in the early days but they'd needed to jump some of these domesticity hurdles already. He rubbed Winston's back, not wanting to hurry him to get up if he was still going to be woozy and unsteady. "That's what I'm here for. Well, not what I'm only here for but part of it. Let me help you up and to the bathroom. I'm at least qualified for that part. I'm still feeling my way through the relationship stuff again. I'm a little rusty and a lot insecure, if my chat with Reecy was anything to go by. And now being the happily married Relationship Yoda that she is, she convinced me it was something I should confess to you too. But later. When you're feeling better. Bathroom for a wiz first."