[Usually one to take people at their word, Sola tilts his head to the side to examine Signless. He recognizes something, that same hint of well-meaning deception that he'd used on Signless only moments ago in telling him not to worry, that he's fine. He doesn't feel fine, and he doubts Signless is okay either.

He presses his lips into a thin line and comes to a decision.]

I'm coming over. I'll bring some milk and then you have to take a nap, or else.

[Sola stands as if to leave that moment the pauses and looks down at the screen again.] Ahh... where do you live?