He manages a weak smile at the comment; it's sweet, honestly, but-- "The thought of food kind of makes me wanna hurl, so," He shakes his head. "I'm good. I'll eat, when I can." He has no clue when he'll feel like he can, but right now all that matters is that it's a big ol' no.
"Where- um... I mean- aren't you... gonna," he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "go eat, yourself?" He wraps his arms around his stomach and tries to ignore the fact that he's suddenly sweating. God, he hates everything about this.
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"Where- um... I mean- aren't you... gonna," he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "go eat, yourself?" He wraps his arms around his stomach and tries to ignore the fact that he's suddenly sweating. God, he hates everything about this.