[Somewhere, somewhere beyond the hard and cold mood he is in right now he feels a twinge of something - sympathy, guilt? Both? He looks at her as he tosses and turns, allowing her to do that until she takes note of him. He concludes, idly, if she doesn't then he can come back later. Hell, maybe he'll be here with her, sick, by the end of the day.
When she does answer, his face - his mood too - is unmoved by the weakness in her voice]
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When she does answer, his face - his mood too - is unmoved by the weakness in her voice]
Selphie-chan, I came to check on you.