"Sorry for the mess--none of us singles do chores well," Elliot laughed while snatching a stray sweatpants from the couch. "Ahem--just take a seat wherever. What do you want to drink? We don't have much, though..."
"No, no--it's fine," Eugene raised his hand to stop the sick man. "We can't make someone who's not in his best shape go around busily."
Elliot laughed--at the way Eugene used 'we' and the consideration. "Wow, my housemates should totally listen to you," he chuckled and sat down on the armchair, watching the couple take the seat across from him. "Probably for the better. Don't want to give you my cold, you know?"
He clasped his hands and pointed them at Eugene. "So, what service do you require of me?"
"Hmm..." Eugene wondered where he should start.
