[You get nothing but the look of a tired father who's slightly disappointed but mostly just worried, Athena. He told Lance to make sure you were home for dinner the very first night of the attack, and although the food he left over was gone the next day he had only assumed someone else had at it.

And you're sick. What at you doing pushing yourself like this?]

You can do all that without overworking yourself you know.

[Says the guy who's been investigating the sight of the blast and figuring ways to aid the businesses that have been affected, all the while worrying about his missing housemates.

None the less, a small sigh escaped him, his shoulders slouching as he looked his fallen junior attorney over.]

Do you want me to get you some tea? You should be drinking plenty of fluids.