So Gabe wasn't doing well, either. Zero simply nodded his head when he heard that. The temptation to glance over at him was growing - perhaps the other man was clearly injured, or ill - but the once-Reploid resisted it as best as he could, staring hard at his dinner plate instead. Can't take any chances.

...His roommate's second statement nearly made Zero forget that reminder anyway, though. It certainly gave him pause in the middle of eating, in any case.

The only kind of help I need is for you to stay away. Zero hesitated to state that outright, though, especially when Gabe was already asking about the previous night's events. "...I just got attacked by something," he admitted, as he started to gather some more food on his fork. "I'll be fine." He sounded more sure than he felt, though, as he began contemplating a night with the crutches. Being unable to run, or use weapons outside of his handgun...yet the thought of letting a night go to waste was more undesirable than being a handicap to anyone who traveled with him - if anyone even traveled with him to begin with, assuming the illness didn't return tonight...