You always say that, right before I'm unpleasantly surprised.

[That, too, is mumbled, but there may be something edging toward a smile in the corner of Kratos's mouth. For all Yuan's prickliness, he does have a good voice; it isn't long before Kratos drowses, however uncomfortable it is.

[This situation continues through the day, interspersed with hacking coughing fits and blind gropes for the glass of water. Sometimes Kratos dozes; sometimes he does a good job of trying while listening to Yuan's voice and only half listening to the actual words. Afternoon turns into evening turns into night.

[By the time Kratos wakes up in the morning he's bleary-eyed and still fairly miserable, and his hacking coughs still sound awful, but the raging ache in his throat has eased off and his sinuses are unclogging themselves. Unfortunately, this means the substantial use of tissues hardly before his eyes are open, which means that the morning is heralded by some particularly annoying 'human sounds', and a growl of discontent.

[The third day is the day of grumpiness. At least he's also somewhat hungry this time around. And in dire need of a bath.]