[Seeing that the way is clear, and greeted by a rather enthused (and coughing, unwell) Prompto, Connor steps into the room; the tray is put down on the table near the door, but the android motions at the young man when his hands are free.]

It’s no trouble at all. Please, Prompto. Sit down.

[Firstly, he’s going to bring him the box of tissues because boy, you look like you need it.]

Here. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but these are a rare commodity these days.