Leon Vercetti, in his time of illness, would be smothered in pillows, blankets, and cats- seeing an unmoving and weak victim, most of the smaller felines in the house had quickly converged to steal body heat and get cat fur all over the blond. It would be a terrible fate, indeed.

Chu-e pushed into the room and turned on one of the softer lights as he entered, a cute tray with a bowl on top. "Sorry, cutie, I'm not going anywhere." He sing-songed, having just come in when Leon was bemoaning his sudden downfall. The tray was placed on the bedside table. This was followed by a quick 'sktsktskt!' as he shooed some of the cats away; only the very stubborn and brave remained.

"I made you some soup. Think you can handle it?"

"Maybe? I think they just like you cause you're warm, though." He did laugh, softly, at the image. His cats were also used to sleeping with him in bed at night, too, which probably didn't help. It could be an ordeal to wake up with all the small cat pokemon plus a Persian, Purugly, and a few Delcatty crowding the space. He wasn't really sure how they all made it work.

"Just Torchic Noodle." If Leon Vercetti had been able to smell, the broth was nice and rich- scratch made. It was a very basic soup, just the broth, noodles, and a few bits of shredded white meat floating in the bowl. The main draw was the broth itself, since Chu-e didn't know if Leon's stomach was upset or not. He didn't want anymore puke around his bed (from his own brush with a stomach flu a while back). "You're lucky I had mercy. I was raised that you burned a sickness out." Which meant a lot of spices when he was a kid.

Reaching over, Chu-e carded his fingers through Leon's hair and fluffed it up under his hand. "If I get sick, who will take care of us?"

"An, none of that." A small, playful swat at Leon Vercetti. "You can't help you got sick. You're just lucky it happened here so I can smother you with care." He had even prepared a blanket cocoon with spare pillows on the couch for when Leon was feeling well enough to want to sit in the living room. He hated being confined to his bed, personally, and even a small change of scenery could do wonders when you already felt bad.

"You can use the time you're not sleeping to think up a super wonderful meal to fix me when you're all better. I want a real taste of Pasio." A sly grin. "And you won't count till after dessert." He laughs again and wiggled his brows before leaning back.

"Do you need anything while I'm in here?"

Chu-e considered the words for a moment before he leaned over and buried his hands under the blankets were Leon Vercetti wanted him. A Meowth poked her head out and yipped before being gently shooed off the bed. Only then did he move to get under the blankets himself.

A little cold wouldn't kill him if he even got it. Nothing else seemed to stick yet, after all.

With that in mind, he made himself comfortable and tried to worm himself under Leon's arm so he could lay his head on his chest. It was just as cozy as he remembered from that time on the sub they slept together. Only this time the bed was amazing since it was his own.

"What kind of stuff you wanna know?" A little sigh. "Can't promise you'll like all of it."

"You can tell me whatever you are comfortable with, bellissimo." Leon drew Chu-e close to his body when they slid into the bed, finding comfort in contact with the other. He was tempted to place a kiss on their lips as always but he didn't want to get the underboss sick, no one liked having a cold. 

"I'm not easy to scare off, though. I've slept with people who have stabbed me before." A chuckle escaped his lips, looking into the eyes of his boyfriend from above. "I mean it, you don't need to hold back."

Chu-e Choi

"That's kind of open ended. Daunting, even."

He hummed as he thought; such an open ended question made him a little lost on where to start. Did he just start from his childhood and work his way up? But that was only just one piece of the puzzle. A history didn't really paint his personality or his preferences. Just what had happened to him.

Either way, with Leon Vercetti so willing and pliant, Chu-e would cuddle under his arm and press close until he was comfortable against his side, as much of himself snuggled against Leon as he could get. His hand resting on Leon's chest would idly rub circles against the other.

"I could stab you." Was muttered out, a little petulant and perhaps a bit jealous at the mention of past lovers. "It would even be super hot. Like, the best stabbing you've ever had."

Before Chu-e could whine too much about being called out, he squeaked at clapped a hand over his mouth at the ribbing. His lower lip was bitter under his hand. Desperately, Chu-e hoped that Leon Vercetti hadn't noticed that he was ticklish.

"I just don't know what to tell you." Was whined out. Unable to resist, and willing to risk getting sick down the line himself, he leaned up to give Leon a peck on the cheek.

"I could talk trauma, war crimes, what shampoo I use... just give me a little hint. A tiny one."

A small huff.

Damn, that hadn't went over Leon Vercetti's head. Now his dark secret was out.

Of all the things Leon could have asked, that one was... surprising. About Arthur? Why would he want to know that? But, if that's what he really wanted....

"All the money I have now was because of him." He had inherited a lot of things from Arthur, in his passing. Ji-Hoon Ki was the name on his will, so all of it was his. The money, the house, the stocks, a number of other small things... "Back then... I was really angry. Volatile. Everyone was afraid of me or they looked down on me, it felt like no in between... except when I met him. He made me feel like a person again."