[No, Wolfwood will be eating thankfully. He’s not feeling as gross as he was earlier (well, maybe gross in a different way), and he knows that if he doesn’t try to eat he’ll feel worse. He uses his arm to wipe at his eyes a time or two more before he pulls his food into his lap, hoping his appetite will return to him as he starts to eat. It’s cold, but it’s no worse than some food he’s eaten on the road.]

Mmm. I ain’t mad. Was just confused.

[And worried Ain just wouldn’t come back but hey-]

Yeah…guess it’s high time I try to listen a bit better. I don’t blame you for bein’ frustrated with me.