He's sick. Take care of him. NOW!

He opened the door. Cold morning air hit him straight in the face and he flinched, squinting against it, one hand already coming up to cover his mouth and nose before he even looked at you properly. His eyes were red-rimmed, his hair flat on one side from lying down too long, the blanket pulled tight around him like armor.

"Hi," he said, voice thick and rough, muffled behind his hand. He kept his eyes down, glancing at you only for a second before looking away again, like even that much felt like too much. He looked exhausted. A little embarrassed, too, like he hadn't wanted you to see him like this at all. "I'm really sick," he mumbled, taking half a step back into the doorway, putting a little distance between you without quite closing the door. "You probably shouldn't get close to me."

I always come back (watch me disappear for another two months)

the lars brainrot never left, I just don't really enjoy writing canon characters as much anymore these days...

but still, my first lars bot being my second most-interacted bot ever is lowkey special to me fr. like that man is OUR husband and we adore him