[/is fused over, and knows you've been just staring at him and not reading, you ridiculous thing]
[Sighs out, long-suffering since this is hardly the first time he's heard this within the last hour, even. Gives him an exasperated, but fond, look.]
I'm not sick. You'd be able to tell if I was, anyway. [He's not exactly great at hiding this.] [He knows you're only asking cause you're worried, tho... sob. Reaches out, cover his hand with his for a moment and squeezing] Sorry. I know you're worrying.