sicker in malady & ailment , yes . * he does not address the elephant in the room , whether directly nor indirectly , & merely proceeds to hold a clear - grey umbrella above the empaths shuttering form . mother nature’s tears kiss ideally upon his perfect features , as he is left without protection , within her mercy . in turn the melancholy droplets soak the doctor with an adamant rain , once neat hair unraveling with every hit . he does not mind , however , as he shucks off his large woolen coat —— placing it carefully atop will’s shaking shoulders . he’d much rather be bathed in petty rainfall then to allow physical sickness take over his charming friend . * i disagree , will . please , get inside . allow me to make you something hot .