[By the 7th, Shintaro is the picture of death. Or very close to it, at least, as he's found himself a cold mask to wear since it's hard to stop coughing for more than a minute. He's short on breath too what with the sickness getting into his lungs. He's in the kitchen making himself some tea to drink when Kaworu comes in, dressed with the usual jacket but wearing more comfortable sweats, kind of leaning on the counter to steady himself.]
Ah, Nagisa-san... You're home? [You shouldn't be, you'll catch this death cold!!]
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Ah, Nagisa-san... You're home? [You shouldn't be, you'll catch this death cold!!]