Sinuses burning, head pounding, and feeling
overall like he’d been run over by a truck, it takes him
several moments before he registers Nephrite’s words.
There’s a strong impulse to simply groan and cover his
ears like a child, but he remembers belatedly that he’s
supposed to be an adult. One who’s feeling more than
just a little under the weather currently.
“Is it that time already?” He can barely muster the energy
glance at the cloak and this time he does groan, hand
going to his forehead to massage the ever worsening
“I’m really sorry, Nephrite. I didn’t know it was this late.”