Fred has a cold, and he's crabby and cranky and George has the patience of a saint. Poor Fred. *pats him* Nice George reads to him.
I HATE BEING SICK. Guh. I drew this while waiting for a CD to burn at work because I've had a miserable cold this week and I HATE IT, guh. *hugs Fred*
Some of the perspective is sort of wank, but I like how this one turned out, especially considering that I was half in the Nyquil bag when I drew it.