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[Both of Rhy's assumptions are correct. Wilhelm is in fact hiding out in his room, staring up at the canopy of his bed in place of mindlessly scrolling through the phone he doesn't have here. For someone else he might make up an excuse or decline to answer altogether, but for Rhy he perks up like a puppy. Rolling out of bed, he scrambles to straighten out his hair.]

Yeah, one second...!

[Promptly, he pulls open the door and welcomes Rhy with a smile. Although to be perceived is an embarrassing ordeal, he appreciates that Rhy has made a routine of checking on him. That he never questions his habits and moods; his company is unconditional.]

Hey, what's up?