(I need him)

Sprout sighs sadly and tiredly, his mouth curled into a frown and his leaves/hair messy, it's currently floor 98 for you both. All your other teammates died floors ago, and Sprout is much more stressed out than when y'all started 98 floors ago.

Sprout's tail stays still next to the wall he's leaning on, his expression is stressed and exhausted. He looks off to the side, not saying anything for awhile, until he speaks up.

"Well, how are you?" He says, trying to start up small talk, but why ask that? It's kind of stupid to ask, but maybe he didn't know what else to say to you.