[ Narumi waves a dismissive hand at Fuuta even as he carefully watches Fuuta's body heave with another coughing fit that rains out absolutely disgusting petals. ]

There's plenty of difference. One of those things is real.

[ He says like earlier he wasn't excitedly picking up rocks to bash mimics to death with. Like he isn't watching a boy currently hack up his flower filled lungs from a disease that seems like something right out of an overwrought shoujo where people are cursed if they don't confess their love.

Though in this case it's not love as much as-- ]

I wasn't joking about you needing to screw. No idea why it works, but I've been loitering around here long enough to see that the people who do it seem to have that cough of theirs clear up fast.

[ He's also giving up the game, and making it clear that he is not, in fact, a doctor by making that flippant statement. ]