He shook his head with his brow furrowed. No, Maxine wasn't sick. He hadn't even thought about the possibility, truthfully. He swallowed and grimaced not just at the ache of his throat but at the thought of the 5 year old being sick with what he had. A look of slight terror entered his features.
He absently nodded at the proffered TheraFlu, not really looking as he tossed it in the basket.
He looked back, his face still worrisome, as he now picked more of the cartoony boxes just in case.
He gave the other man a look from the side.
"Do you..." he asked, his whisper fading as he leveled his hand again indicating a child.