[you had invited randy back to your apartment,due to him having caught a horrid cold from sleeping outside at night. he was lying on your couch,huddled up in a blanket,with a pan on your coffee table incase he chucked up. you walked into the room,coming to his side and handing him a warm cup of tea. he stumbled over his thank-yous and a small heart showed on his cracked up and busted phone-screen.]

" th—thanks . . "