[Scheisse, really? He doesn't want to talk to anybody, but he knows if he doesn't answer the door then a fuss will likely be kicked up. So he drags himself off the bed with a groan-- he's still lightheaded from what happened right after the trial-- and answers the door. Aside from the bruises around his eyes and nose from his fall on Friday morning, his skin looks paler than usual.]
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... what do you want?