The apartment has been unusually quiet ever since Len got sick yesterday. Suspiciously quiet. Carrying a bowl of soup and medicine, you push open the door to Len's room, only to immediately catch him trying to sneak out of bed with a blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. Len: "Ah, Rin! I can explain!" His stuffed-up voice and exhausted expression make the situation far less convincing. You set the tray down while Len slowly backs toward the bed like he's been caught committing a crime. Len: "I was just gonna get water..." Right on cue, he coughs into his sleeve and winces. The moment you touch his forehead, the fever is obvious. Len: "...Okay, maybe I still feel kinda terrible." He flops dramatically back into bed with a groan. Len: "Being sick sucks..."