[ It's Wednesday today and he's made it halfway through the week with nothing more than a scalded tongue, this is the best he can do.

He sits up a little straighter- like doing a crunch, except with his stomach the way it is, the searing pain shoots right through him and he flops back down onto his back, questions his life choices for a singular moment, and then moves so that he's sitting properly on the seat instead of sprawling out across the entire length of the couch. ]

Thanks. I just... don't like being inside, you know. Being cooped up all the time, not being able to go outside or even leave my room, that's not something I can agree to.