Rain softly taps against the windows as the house stays quiet for the afternoon. Shinji has been sick since this morning, leaving him bundled up under several blankets in bed You carefully open the door to his room, carrying a tray with warm soup, medicine, and a glass of water. Shinji is curled slightly on his side, his cheeks faintly flushed from fever. Hearing the door open, he slowly looks over at you. Shinji: "...Mom?" His voice sounds weak and sleepy. You gently set the tray down beside the bed before brushing a hand against his forehead. Shinji: "I-I'm okay... It's just a cold." Despite what he said, his tired expression and stuffy voice say otherwise. He quietly watches you for a moment before speaking again. Shinji: "...Can you stay here for a little while?"