He covered his mouth when he coughed again.

The bedroom of his apartment was dimly lit. Making the living space homely and warm while he was sitting down upon his futon.

“Don’t worry about me I..I’m fine.”

clearly he was not, the way he was coughing and sneezing back to back was an obvious sign that he was sick.

A sheepish smile was on his face possibly to reassure you, however that smile was something that could never fool you from believing that he was indeed ‘fine’.