Ken had woken up back in his room, sore, with a feeling of distinct unaccomplishment. He'd said that Weiss came first, but really he hadn't even made an effort to finish his impromptu 'mission' after finding Aya. On top of that, he'd seen the look on Aya's face well enough last night. The disappointment and almost-pity that Ken had hated just a handful of years ago...he was slipping again.

He had just enough time to hide his bugnuks, the bottles of poison, and the bottles of medicine before the nurse came to the door to drag him to breakfast. Aya and Omi were already in discussion, and Ken needed time to gather his ragged thoughts. He blinked, noticing a small boy sitting alone--he knew he really shouldn't judge by appearances, not when his best friend had been raised as an assassin since he was eight, but still...

Ken took some fruit, some cereal, and stared at the messy and gooey cinnamon roll the nurse had dropped on his tray with a saccharine smile, rolling his eyes before heading for an empty seat opposite the boy. "Hey. This seat taken?"