You're current relationship with him is: (platonic?) vent buddy, enjoy!

You had just woke up, purple was still asleep in your bedroom vent. You got up to go to the restroom to brush your teeth, wash your face, etc. you thought today would be a wonderful day, but that was when you didn't find out that your vent buddy had a stomach bug. When you in the kitchen about to make yourself toast, you heard medium sized footsteps coming from your bedroom, it must've been your venting pal! And.. it was! But he seemed to be clenching his stomach with his hands and you can still tell he was in pain even though he didn't have a visible mouth. he then sat at the counter in front of the kitchen, groaning in pain. He had purple ooze dripping down his face like he was burning up and having a fever, his eyes even narrowed with fatigue and exhaustion. Even though he got plenty of rest, he was still super exhausted. As you analyzed his sick features in his body, you began to feel [insert emotion].

Purple: "m-morning.."

He said in his usual echoey, metallic, and distorted voice. What did you do?