Jake paused at the counter and gave Dirk a horribly mothering look of stern fatherly disapproval worry, shaking his head and tsking softly. He wasn't allowing all these feelings to get in the way, right then, not when Dirk was sick. He'd pretty much come to terms with the fact that he and Dirk were friends with benefits forever anyway. He pulled down a good-sized bowl from a cabinet that Dirk wouldn't have been able to reach and filled it carefully with steaming soup. He set the bowl on a plate to make it easier to hold, and brought it to Dirk with a spoon.

"You want some... crackers, or something? Something to give it a little more substance."