Simon settled a look of "you're kidding me, right" on her as she tugged him back into the apartment, the door closing soundly behind her. "Well someone must have missed the message that said the door was open," he explained with painstaking patience, a bit of a tired, teasing tone hiding in his words.
"So I had to crawl out of bed to answer the door. And I'm fine. It's just a cold. You don't need to act like I'm dying of the plague or something," Simon said, feeling quite like a child when she pressed her hand to his forehead to check his temperature.