[He doesn't point out that he knows he uses them to make drugs, or that he'd probably seen those instructions in a quick glimpse before. He simply allows Dodger to take his hand, smiling slightly at the fond brush even as he lifts his other to cover his mouth in yet another cough.]

That's right, you've forgotten that as well, haven't you? I've been sickly since I was born, so there are times when my health might dip. Please don't mind it; I should be fine.

[He's trying to be fine, he's trying to take it easy. He's even had barely any tea to try and avoid too much caffeine per his doctor, but there's still this slowly worsening feeling that he can't make go away. Not even when he rested, when he relaxed, when he stopped everything. How irritating.]

How cute, though, worrying about me like that. Jamie has been acting a little more cute each time, but this must be because of your remembered age. Perhaps you had more of your innocence at this point in time.