Tommy knocked repeatedly on Roy's door. "Roy! Come on, I know you must be home!  You probably wouldn't be going out anywhere if you're sick!"

 Tommy finally heard the door unlock, and Roy opened the door.

 "Tommy, I told you didn't have to come," he said. "It's just a cold. It's not even that bad. I'll be fine."

 "Fine?" Tommy repeated. "Roy, you look terrible."

 "Wow, thanks."

 "Come on, you know what I mean. You look pale. Are you sure the cold isn't that bad?"

 "Yeah, it's fine. I'm starting to get over it already." After saying that, Roy began coughing, and it didn't exactly sound like he was fine.

 "All right, you're not fine," Tommy said, stepping into the house. "That has to be one of the worst coughs I have ever heard. Please tell me you've been looking after yourself."

 "Of course I have. This isn't the first time I've ever had a cold, Tommy. I know how to handle it."

 "But you shouldn't be by yourself the whole time. When did this cold start?"

 "Just a couple of days ago."

 "Well, if it just started a couple of days ago," Tommy said, "Then you probably won't be getting over it just yet. Come on, let me make you a hot drink or something. That cough sounds terrible, and you sound stuffed up, too." He went into the kitchen. "Damn, even when you're sick, you keep everything in good order."

 "That's why I don't want you rummaging through my kitchen. We've been through this before. Remember New Year's Eve?"

 "Roy, this is nothing like New Year's Eve. We got drunk, had a stupid fight, made out at midnight, and then we had horrible hangovers the next day. Now you're sick, and this seems like a pretty bad cold. Come on, I'll make you some tea, and maybe that will help."

 Roy sighed. "Okay. Don't mess up my kitchen. The last time I went over to your place, everything was a mess."

 "That was because I didn't have time to clean up. I swear, next time you come over, it will actually be clean. You can come over when you're feeling better."

 "Okay. You can stay over for the night if you want, since you came all this way and it doesn't seem like I'm going to be able to get rid of you anytime soon."

 "Nope. I'm going to be sticking around for a while," Tommy said. "And why would you want to get rid of me anyway? I'm fun."

 "I'm not saying I doubt that, but I don't think I'm up for fun today, and I probably won't be for the rest of the week."

 "Okay, then I'll be quiet, I promise. And I promise as soon as you're better, we'll go out and do something fun."

 Roy smiled, the first time Tommy had seen him smile since he showed up. "That sounds great. As soon as I'm better, I'm going to hold you to that."