“you poor thing…”
He slowly entered his apartment, laying him in his den
“Get comfortable, don’t move too much”
He went to go make them food
"M-mn..."
He curled up in a ball, arm resting over his stomach
he came back later with a little steak dinner for him, he carefully sat it down by him and sat across from the den, reading a book
He flopped away from him, not eating
“You…you alright?”
He edged back for him
"Mn....."
“a are you hurt?”
He was genuinely worried about him
"...N-no........"
“…please do tell me what’s wrong…”
"Mn....don't-not hungry.........."
