[With Raihan strolling in, Blue closes the door behind them and passes back inside, popping a seat on the edge of his bed and crossing his leg over his knee.] Ugh, I've still got... pulpy junk here and there, but it's pretty much over with. Still taking it easy just in case, though.

[Blue's eyes slide towards Raihan slyly, and he appears to be chewing on his reply for a second beforehand.] If oversharing was the cure to illness, social media'd be a whole lot better. Anyway, if it hadn't, what would you have done?

[About the illness, or about spilling...]