"I know, but... oh.." The small joy inside of him wilted up like a dead flower and he gave up the hunt for the shirt. He buried himself under the blankets, not even showing his face. It was sweltering hot underneath now but he didn't take them off. "You were planning soup for dinner already.." It had been a nice idea that he'd had it commissioned for the sick man, but clearly that wasn't the case. It was just a left over for him, it was still a sweet effort. He seemed to have, once again, thought too much about a small and simple act of kindness. He buried his face into his pillow wanting to pretend he wasn't being an idiot.