[He nods, making a largely noncommittal sound of acknowledgement. Sleeping... It wasn't good, but it wasn't worse, at least. He sets the cup of noodles down to the side of him, empty save for broth and a few stray noodles and rehydrated vegetables, and draws his knees back up to his chest.]
[He frowns at them when he's brought back into the conversation. It wasn't that he expected anything different, but... He almost didn't want her to be. His gaze shifts to the cup of noodles, and a thought occurs to him. He looks back up to Karamatsu.]
no subject
[He frowns at them when he's brought back into the conversation. It wasn't that he expected anything different, but... He almost didn't want her to be. His gaze shifts to the cup of noodles, and a thought occurs to him. He looks back up to Karamatsu.]
...when's the last time you ate, anyway?