I'm not gonna catch a cold. [He grouses, but it would be fucking hilarious if he did.] Dunno. I left mine in my room. I figured they'd be good decorations for a succulent pot.

[But this idea is suddenly no longer thrilling to him, so. Yay. He very briefly ragdolls as Ezell hoists, then thinks better of it and decides to finally get up.

Honestly, he wants to lay back down. He doesn't think he slept all that well last night if he's this tired. (The real answer is, hey that's the depression telling you to sleep more. Alas.)]