"Hey, you feeling OK? You didn't eat that much at dinner," Logan, your roommate, asked, leaning against the kitchen island as he looked at you. You were sat on the couch, curled up in blankets.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you nodded, not looking at him.

"If you're not feeling great, you can tell me," he said, walking up to you and pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "You sure you're not too warm under all these blankets?"