[he exhales another sigh, a slightly aggrieved sound.]

To start with, it's Felix. Just Felix. I don't know what got you on to my last name, but I'm sick of hearing it.

[he really should have cut her off with that at the start, but he didn't imagine he'd be seeing her as much as he is, living with her under the same roof. with a huff, he sits in the chair, leaning his elbow on the table, face on his hand.]

There's nothing to make up for. Just tell me what's going on. Will you even let me call a doctor?

[and, after a moment of reflection on the plates in front of him, adds:]

Can you eat?