[He manages to put the pajama shirt on with some trouble, but the sweater and socks are just too much effort for him right now. He's not that cold anymore, really. The temperature outside was awful, but that's what makes it so nice and warm inside the apartment building. Maybe his body just needs some time to adjust to the heat. He hopes that's it, anyway. He ends up rubbing the thick fabric of the sweater between his numb fingers, eyes on the floor rather than on his friend.
Jean just keeps asking questions that he can't answer. Not because he doesn't know the answer, but because... Well. Everything's a chore right now, even swallowing, because his throat feels like it's closing up and his stomach still hasn't really settled down either. He manages to draw a deep, shaky breath before turning to face Jean again. Then he taps at his throat with two fingers.]
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Jean just keeps asking questions that he can't answer. Not because he doesn't know the answer, but because... Well. Everything's a chore right now, even swallowing, because his throat feels like it's closing up and his stomach still hasn't really settled down either. He manages to draw a deep, shaky breath before turning to face Jean again. Then he taps at his throat with two fingers.]