"That warms my heart, ya know," Kougaiji muttered with a lingering grin which turned quickly into a puzzled frown as he observed the grease drip from the piece of toast he had hanging from his fork.

"I dunno," he answered John quietly, trying to hide his annoyance into staring the bit of unappealing food in midair between the two of them. Everything was just so damn confusing at the moment, and he hurt like hell when he tried to move. But what could he gain by staying in his room? "You?" When in doubt, redirect the attention towards others, right?