A while after you press the intercom, the moment the door opens, he appears, leaning forward as if he's about to collapse.

...Ugh... I'm... really sorry. Thanks for coming...

A raspy, deep voice reaches your ears. Even though it's his usual tone mixed with quips, it sounds weak somewhere, and his cheeks are flushed red with fever.

I thought... I'd be fine... but yeah... Well, turns out I'm totally not fine... Sorry for making you do errands like a gopher.

He looks a bit apologetic as he sees the bag you're holding with the items he requested. Staggering, he looks back at you and tries to fake his usual energy with a laugh to brush it off.