It was a testament to how miserable he felt that he gave up so easily. It only took two to three increasing instances of pointing out he should stay for him to at least acknowledge it. He was rapidly running out of energy to do anything, arguing with his wife drained him when he was healthy anyway.

"Around? Okay." He rubbed his hand across his forehead in the hopes it would make the room seem cooler somehow. "Don't need to make make yourself catch-"

He paused. "You don't get sick, do you?"