He didn't really remember making it back to his room last night. He'd been as angry at himself as at Artemis, and coupled with the pain that seemed to still be spreading from his arm, he hadn't been paying attention to much beyond making a cursory attempt to hide his belongings and find some position comfortable enough to let him sleep. That was the hardest part.

At least the nurse seemed to have finally given up on figuring out new ways to describe how he got injured. She merely helped him change the bandages on his neck, tutted over the deep bruising on his back, and ignored the fact that the bone-deep ache in his shoulder was anything other than him being difficult.

Handling a breakfast tray mostly one-handed was the last thing Omi wanted to do after all that, so he loaded up just enough cereal and other blander foods to keep the nurses from getting upset and went to find a seat.

A seat with Aya. Perfect. His smile was a little tired, but after last night he didn't think he had the energy to try for more. "Hey, Aya-kun."