"I'm kind of surprised the nurses didn't cut it for you," Claude remarked. It was pretty obvious the man had a broken arm, after all. "If that happened to me, I'd be a little mad." The one meal here he actually looked forward to, and then being unable to eat it? Talk about cruel!

Of course, that was him, and he knew other people didn't necessarily share his taste in food. Still, beef could be good when it came to keeping up one's strength, right? For a split second, he actually considered just cutting the steak up for Guy, but he took pause. Had their positions been reserved, he'd probably die at the thought of anyone who wasn't his mother doing something like that, broken arm or not. Steak or not.

"I guess it's gone cold by now," he finished his thoughts out loud. "It probably wouldn't taste very good, huh?"

He pushed the metal fully into the closet now, sitting it in such a way that it wouldn't fall over or spill onto the floor.

"Say," Claude said as he turned to face his friend again. "Did you plan on hanging out in here all night, or did you want to see some healers?" Guy had never said one way or the other, but it seemed like going to the clinic could be pretty beneficial if he wanted to get better as soon as possible.