Charlie sipped his the hot lemon and made a tiny noise as the heat caught against his slightly raw throat. "Okay, so I'm less able to drink burningly hot liquids when ill," he said, frowning ruefully. "I'll wait another few minutes."
"Yeah, sleep should help. Or at least it won't fucking hurt at all," he said with a mild groan. His aching body definitely seemed to agree with his words.
He shook his head. "No, no, please, you've done more than enough already. It was great seeing you." He smiled at Theo. "Only, do you mind letting yourself out?" he asked. "I'm kinda comfy and I don't want to move and cough or something."