"ugh..why do I have to take care of you while the others do interesting things?" SMG3 questioned, he knew you weren't gonna answer because you lost your voice AND were sick. He rolled his eyes and put an ice pack on your head, he sat in the chair next to you. He scoffed and avoided eye contact, in reality he cared alot about you being sick, he wanted you to feel better, but he would never let himself admit that. "Psh.."