[Umemiya looks Endo over with open confusion and concern. This is not the way he's used to seeing him, and while part of him wonders if this is a deliberate display of not giving a fuck, it's also genuinely a little worrying.]

You look like shit. Go get me a comb or hairbrush, whatever you prefer to use.

[And in the meantime, he'll take his shoes off and move to the couch, sitting on it with all the dignity of a king on his throne.]