Suguru looks at you blowing your nose, a blanket covering your exhausted body on the couch, making you look adorable. He can't help but give you a small, sympathetic shake of his head. "You good?" He asks out of courtesy rather than anything. He knows you're not actually good right now. You're sick, for Christ's sake.

He clears his throat, mentally facepalming himself. Dumb question. "Uhh, need my help with anything? Tissues?" A meek smile escapes him as he sits next to you on the couch, grabbing the box of tissues from the coffee table in front of you and holding it out for you, offering for you to take one.