[Mikleo feels him tense up and somehow makes a note of it in the back of his mind. He tries to bring his head up, and it's the first real success he's had all day. The hard part's going to be keeping his head up....]

Hope not. Being sick like this isn't great. Though, I can't even remember the last time I got sick.

[Although, the seraph can't really remember if he actually made breakfast for the humans in his apartment this morning.]

Seemed like we got it around the same time. I'll have to see if we can get a doctor to check us out.

[Medical science is very much out of his league.]