"Good, good, I'm glad to hear it." He may have thought Clay was a dick and a half, but he still glad he was alright.

His own was more difficult, and he couldn't begin to think of a way to explain this while being subtle. He sighed deeply,but the exhale sent him into a coughing fit, the sound rattling as he clinched his eyes shut against the pain the sharp movements shot through him .

He calmed down down after a moment, flipping open his water bottle and taking small sips. When he got back to normal, he said, voice till a little rough. "Shit, sorry. Family's fine. I'm the one who's in bad shape."