"Compared to the walking dead sound you were making last time I saw you..." Raidou said. Or tried to say--he found himself cut off by a surprise yawn. He dragged a hand over his face, wiping it away, and stepped into Genma's apartment. It smelled more like cough syrup than any of the nicer fragrances he usually had dusting the air, but it wasn't the shadowed sick room it had been before he'd left for his mission. "Yeah, definitely an improvement."

Genma himself even looked better. Still a little wan and red-eyed, and definitely more on the slim side than Raidou liked him to be, but at least he didn't resemble an extra from a horror movie anymore.

"And I'm not trashed," he added, making a bee-line for the first comfortable looking surface that presented itself: Genma's bed. Then he hesitated. Considering what had happened the last time he'd gotten too cozy with his friend...

Chair. Right. He needed a chair. He turned on one heel and backtracked to Genma's tiny kitchen--and ignored the odd look thrown his way. A blessedly welcome stool provided somewhere to sit. He settled and fought down a wince as his back protested. "Just had a... weird mission. You're not going to believe what Intel did to me."