Lampert stood still in the elevator, enjoying the quiet hum until it stopped at Infected's apartment.

"Oh no, not him..."

His bulb flickered with anxiety as his mysophobia flared up at the thought of germs. But hearing Infected's sobs, Lampert hesitated.

Infected lay trembling on the floor, a far cry from his usual confident self.

Though torn by fear of contamination, Lampert felt a tug of sympathy, unsure whether to approach.