[Akechi doesn't want company. The kotatsu isn't his in name, but he's usurped ownership through near constant usage and claims of it being broken whenever someone makes an attempt at this metaphorical throne.

But Adachi? Sure is here. They're both notably ill. Akechi keeps a mask over his face out of polite habit.

Stays dead silent - counts the petals sticking to the roof of his mouth, the times his head throbs from a near constant migraine and-

Uses his foot to slide the notch on the heater up to its max power. Get cooked.]

I'm surprised you wanted to leave your room, though I suppose it's easy to feel a bit stir crazy even in a home as large as this one.