Hakkai had not been in any particular hurry to get back to his rooms, so he wasn't surprised to see his roommate back already, engrossed in a book.

"Good evening." The greeting was vague, perfunctionary - he wasn't even sure if the other man was paying attention, and he didn't really mind.

He'd drifted through most of the day lost in his own thoughts, and right now was no different. He sat down at his desk with a decided slump. He knew he should eat something, but right now his stomach felt too tied up in knots. And he didn't want to risk seeing that face again in his dishware. So he took his glasses off and buried his face in his hands instead. He'd given up trying to hide the spreading rash - it was most of the way down his arm, now. Something was wrong, and he knew it - it was only a question of how bad it was going to get from here.