[It isn't as if the same wasn't true for him; as soon as the two of them broke their contact, that little reprieve had suddenly vanished, leaving a little itch in Roxas's chest. He's gotten a little more used to it by now, but not nearly enough to ignore it. He's done with trying to do that anyway.]

Happens pretty fast, huh? [It sounds like she gets why she suddenly felt sick.] Did you not have contact with people for a few days? I thought I could handle it. It got pretty bad before I got some help.

[Oh, right. She still looks pale.

...He's so not used to this. Clearing his throat, eyes traveling down, he brings a hand over the table, furled open.]

Here. [His eyes dart every which way towards the table. She should take it.]