“I’mb bnot sick,” Howard insisted, though it was likely that his red nose, clammy hands, puffy eyes, congestion, and fever all disagreed with him. He wiped the edge of his nose on the back of his hand, and sniffled loudly before tugging his robe more tightly around himself. “I don’ get sick. D’oo much da do. It’s prob’ly jus’--” a long pause followed, as he stifled a sneeze. “-- Allergies.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was true. He knew he SHOULD be happy, he had no reason not to be, but somehow he had started to feel a little melancholy in recent weeks. Unfortunately, when one had millions of dollars, six houses, and a number of companions at his fingertips, it was difficult to pinpoint a reason for his dejectedness. “Just tired, that’s all.”

daniel looked over sleepily before rubbing his eyes. “i dunno - a day ago? two days ago? what day is it?” he asked. he looked over at mrs jarvis for a moment and let his shoulders drop. “i honestly can’t remember. why? is it important?”