Blame the allergy
Vinnie sneezed.
"Heh, good health," Modo patted him to shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Vinnie smiled. "This is just ..," he sneezed again. "Only ..."
"You look pale," Modo touched his forehead. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Do not worry," Vinnie shook his head. "But I already thought to go lie down for a little while."
Modo stared at him.
"Hey, buddy!" Vinnie wrapped his arm around Modo's shoulder. "Put away that kind of look! I'm not sick or anything like that. Just tired."
Modo picked up a little. "Then you probably need to take a nap," he smiled.
"Exactly," Vinnie laughed. "I ..", he sneezed hard.
"You're sick!" Modo sighed. "You should be in bed!"
"Oh, come on .." Vinnie shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it's allergies."
"You look pale, you're hot and you sneezes," Modo sighed. "You're sick."
"Allergy?" Vinnie grinned weakly.
Modo shook his head. "You go to bed. And do not try to blame allergies. You have the flu."