He didn't even want to think about soup right now. He was just tired and stuffy, his eyes burned and he hated being sick, so much. Giving a half-assed shrug, he curled around his blankets a little, making himself in to a small Dory-burrito, looking at her over the lip of the fabric.
"Not now. Jus' kind of want to sleep. Mais, you can do what you want - but I do not t'ink I will be very inviting if I fall asleep." he admitted, giving a lazy shrug as he fell back in to his bed, yawning lightly.
He couldn't care less if she stayed in his room, but she'd be bunking around with a potentially infectious man with a cold. It was her funeral.
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