[he just blinks at the remark. yeah, well, he feels like shit so there's nothing surprising about the observation. he ignores it.

moving right along:] ...Okay. Tell me...what's different, then. About...your routine. Or...something you might've encountered, or ate... [he pulls himself into the room, grabbing the back of a desk chair and plopping down onto it backward so he can drape folded arms on it.

oh wow. sitting. resting. man...]