"Maybe a little bit. Only because I know what you're like metaphorically self-flagellating about what happened with Reecy when it absolutely wasn't only your fault. Mostly, I just want you to know you can talk to me about this stuff. You also don't have to always put on a brave happy face. I think that's one of the trappings of being emotionally closed off from people. People that have been alone or single for a long time begin to learn how to not need other people. I just want you to know it's okay to need me. That's sort of the whole point, right? I just don't think learning to not need other people, doesn't mean we don't still want the--" Winston cut himself off with a sneeze, managing to cup his hands over his nose and mouth just in time. There were another four sneezes that followed it and soon he was having coughing fit when it all irritated his throat. By the time he was done, he definitely felt more cold/flu-y than before and he was shivery to the point his teeth were chattering. He grabbed a little bottle of hand sanitizer from the bedside table they had on the flight over with them and squirted some into his hand. "Shit, I need to drown myself in Lysol or something. I seriously don't want to give you my germs. My head's starting to hurt again. Not really in a migrainey way, though."