The pair finally moved away from the door, allowing it to swing closed. While they were catching up, Brian pulled him aside. "You look like hell ran over, Lero. You really ought to go get checked out down at the free clinic." He suggested, eying Lero over with a sharp gaze. "I don't want you dropping dead in the middle of a shoot." Brian stuffed his hands in his pockets, turning his face away to seem more detached from the situation. Lero could tell that he was worried and unable to convey his emotions like a normal human being. He waved him off.
"I'm fine. Just a cold or something. I'll be back to normal in no time." The statement was followed with a wet cough, completely belying his intended point. Brain looked skeptical at best, allowing the tension to grow between them before he did that thing where he pinched the bridge of his nose. Lero was beginning to hate that gesture.
"I heard about what happened last night." He looked tired. "With your apartment."
Lero scowled, folding his arms over his chest and drawing in on himself. "I'm fucking fine, Brain. Just... How did you even hear about that?" Was Brian stalking him or some shit now? What the hell. He didn't need a nanny, he was a grown man and he could handle himself. Things may have been a bit shitty right now, but that's just the way things went.