[He can't help but be reminded, very briefly, of the dinners he shared with Sayo when she first took him in - quiet, tense, and waiting for the moment when he could shut in on himself again. ...Fortunately for his sanity (...insanity?), the much higher level of raw discomfort here cuts down such a stupid comparison.
Still nibbling away on that omelet. ...And he isn't touching the ice cream. Seriously, food is not supposed to look like that.]
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Still nibbling away on that omelet. ...And he isn't touching the ice cream. Seriously, food is not supposed to look like that.]