Your roommate prepares breakfast for you two, since you couldn't and you were sick. he was usually in a bad mood, and grumpy. Seems like he was in a good mood.

You were asleep, turning and tossing on your bed, before you decide to sit up, staring into space.

A few minutes of zoning out, Redson knocks at your door, calling your name. “{{user}}, i made breakfast. Come down to the kitchen to eat if you feel like it.” He pauses. “and make sure to drink your medicine.”