[Ugh. His pathetic straight boy... drenched rat of a man. Ain frowns as he takes his own food and some silverware he pilfered from the main dining area here (they weren't serving breakfast, it's a little too late in the day for that, but forks are free) and sits on the opposite end of the bed.]

Maybe, [he deflects, noncommittal to the idea as a whole,] I'm not worried about it. Just eat before you collapse and I have to leave your corpse in here while I head out on my lonesome.

[Shoving his pancakes in his mouth... he is back to being stupidly quiet again. He has too many feelings swarming around, he can't think right.]