Rogan chuckles, and Marx’s attention snaps from me to him. He studies Rogan for a beat, like he’s trying to puzzle something out. “You okay?” he finally asks. “You seem...different,” he points out suspiciously. Rogan’s brow lifts with surprise. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Marx continues to look at him as though he’s not buying it. His gaze flits to me for a fraction of a second and then settles back on Rogan. “Cough twice if you’re in danger,” he prompts out of nowhere. “What?” Rogan and I both ask at the same time. “Cough twice if you need help,” Marx clarifies, like it makes perfect sense.
