Chase-Blank Apartment, NYC, Thursday Afternoon

Marty wasn't hovering really. He was just listening intently to the baby monitor with a magazine sitting on his lap that he was pretending to read.

And really a case of the sniffles wasn't too much to worry about, but he could have sworn he heard a small cough coming through the speaker.

"Think she's getting sick?"

"I don't know," Angela said, sounding weary. "If she is, I am too. I was sneezing so hard in class that I had to leave."

( More domesticity back here! )

[OOC: Preplayed with the fabulous-even-in-his-absence oatmanspatient. NFB, NFI, OOC OK.]