Because Mandy and Sam are dirty, dirty enablers. Blame Robert for the title. 4K [AO3]
“There were times when I was really sick, and that was so hard. I think I did “Don’t Stop Me Now” with a 103 degree fever. It was murder.” (x)
“Darren?” Chris calls, knocking on the door to his trailer. “You decent?”
He doesn’t get any response aside from what sounds like groaning. Undeterred, Chris opens the door and steps inside. He’s immediately met with a wall of ice-cold air. It’s absolutely freezing in Darren’s trailer. Shivering, he makes his way towards the lump of blankets on the couch that he assumes contains Darren.
“Hey sleepyhead,” he tries again. He sits on the edge of the couch and grips Darren’s shoulder. He tries to pull down the blankets so he can see Darren a little better, but Darren whines and tugs the blanket back over his head like a teenager on the first day of school.
“Maybe if you didn’t keep the temperature in your trailer at twelve degrees, you wouldn’t be so cold,” Chris scolds him fondly.
“What are you talking about?” It’s so hot,” Darren groans, his voice muffled through several layers of fleece.