[Towels, clothes, got it. A hand flies to his mouth as the coughs turn to a decidedly worse route, but they're soon forced into silence. Instead standing and forcing himself back upright and latch onto the wall. He doesn't need to breathe - and knows it - but a subconscious habit is hard to break. But hey, if you're not breathing, you don't have to worry about choking to death on the air you're inhaling. Plus sides to being a corpse! No words, because that'll make it start again. Instead disappears out of eyesight, the sounds of someone almost collapsing in the bathroom but surfacing well enough to throw a towel at Thanatos and then storm past, mouthing something to himself with no voice to match the words. Clothes next keep moving pass out later.]
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