"That's good," he said, finishing up half of his hamburger. It was surprisingly good and for once, he didn't feel like he was trying to starve himself here. "Still worried about visitors?"

He had to admit, he was a little worried, too. Others were hearing about their potential guests, but his nurse had been especially silent on the topic. Was it that he wasn't getting one or that he was, and it wasn't going to be pleasant? Thinking about it tired him out though, so he pushed the matter aside.

And walked right into Miku's question. Picking up his milk, he tried to hide behind it as he sipped it. Great, so she remembered and now Ritsuka had to go about trying to explain it all. It would help - everyone said that talking to a friend would help, but...

Looking away, he couldn't hide the flush that was creeping across his face. "It's stupid," he muttered, setting the glass down on the tray. "I mean, really stupid. If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine."

Taking a deep breath, he tried to start and faltered, staring at his plate and then the ground, then off at another table. "...I just...need some advice on something..."