Cold.
"Why haven't you moved? Olivia expects us at work soon." Quinn hadn't moved from her spot on the bed but had wrapped herself up in the blankets.
"It's cold."
"It's the middle of July, it is not cold, you're sick."
"I don't get sick." She sniffled and then sneezed, "I'm fine."
"You're not fine, you need to go to the doctor."
"I don't like the doctor."
"You're thirty two."
"Why are you bringing up my age? And as I informed you before, I am thirty, you made me thirty two when you came up with my new identity, the least you could have done was-"
"Left you in that motel room all those years ago if I knew you were going to complain like this about going to the doctor. You need to go." He said under his breath as he turned aroun, he felt a pillow hit in his head seconds later.
"I actually have an appointment schedule today which is why I'm not moving yet... and it is cold in here to me."