[ Waving a hand to try gesturing it doesn't matter, he takes a couple attempts at clearing his throat. His eyes are watery with residual fever, but mostly he's just tired. Avoiding the sleep he'd been craving in October hasn't made November much easier. ]

No. I've been in bed for days. I have to look at those four walls anytime soon I'm gonna lose it.

[ Not that anybody gets to hold onto their sanity all that long here. Though maybe he lost his a long time ago, his brain just hasn't caught up with that fact yet. ]

Doesn't matter, Cas. The hell happened? Your powers just disappeared?