He shakes his head again, "Not right now." He knows they're supposed to help, but he just can't even stomach the idea of food right now. So instead, he just continues his slow trek toward the stairs, fingers sliding over the banister once he reaches it, because he's not sure how steady he'll be on his feet going up the right now.
"I think.. I'm just gonna go lay down for awhile." He admits with a soft sigh. "What are you doing?" Not accusatory, just curious. She isn't going with the others, and... well-- Vanya had always been good at isolating herself, and he thinks that's probably not the best plan, these days especially. "Just- I mean-- if you weren't really doing much, or whatever...company would be nice." He hates being alone, especially sober and alone. "If you want, I mean-- no pressure." The smile he manages in a small, tight-lipped thing; a strain to even make exist, tired, but it's as sincere as possible, still, too.
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"I think.. I'm just gonna go lay down for awhile." He admits with a soft sigh. "What are you doing?" Not accusatory, just curious. She isn't going with the others, and... well-- Vanya had always been good at isolating herself, and he thinks that's probably not the best plan, these days especially. "Just- I mean-- if you weren't really doing much, or whatever...company would be nice." He hates being alone, especially sober and alone. "If you want, I mean-- no pressure." The smile he manages in a small, tight-lipped thing; a strain to even make exist, tired, but it's as sincere as possible, still, too.