[Yes. He exercises. And eats beef bowls.

And as usual, Akihiko brushed off his protests. He pulled the glove off of one hand and pressed it to Shinji's forehead, trying to gauge his temperature.]

The others mentioned something like this... You feel like you're getting sick, then it just keeps getting worse.

[Akihiko pulled back, but then moved his hand over to his friend's arm, maintaining contact between them. He had long since suspected Shinji would refrain from touching people. If he needed to force that on Shinji, well... it was for his own good, damn it.]

C'mon, Shinji. You don't wanna feel like shit, do ya?