[She doesn't need to sound so worried about him. It's not making things any easier. Wade swallows hard; struggles to keep his tone even and calm.]

Yeah, yeah-- no, I'm fine. Just feelin' a little under the weather, that's all. Look-- I, uh...

[He pauses; closes his eyes tightly for a few seconds. Oh god, his stomach is killing him--]

I really think we should talk about something. Could you come down here, maybe? I'm, like... right outside the apartment.