[As if on cue, when she asks him if he's feeling alright, he inhales to speak and starts coughing, leaning away from her and burying his face in the crook of his elbow. The fit is brief, but his face is flushed bright when he turns back to her, and his voice is a little hoarse.]
I'll be fine, no need to worry about me.
[He clears his throat, and bends one leg up onto the bed so he can face her, his expression serious.]
no subject
I'll be fine, no need to worry about me.
[He clears his throat, and bends one leg up onto the bed so he can face her, his expression serious.]
...Can we talk? About this morning.