What? No, you don't have to do that!

I usually have some here, so no.

I don't have any, Lucky found them last week and ate all of them.

I was just trying to eat the wrap I brought home from the bodega! How does that have anything to do with my cat handling abilities??

Oh, yeah, he doesn't like to think about that. He still has bad dreams sometimes about her and Bucky in SHIELD quarantine with that alien virus.

He pouts but sits back down anyway, grabbing another tissue to blow his nose.

Must be nice to never get sick.

"Soup? Oh, what did I do to deserve—"

Aaaand more coughing.

Ah, futz.

He rolls himself off the couch and to his feet, having a coughing fit halfway to the door but still electing to open it for her.

"Hey."