Guy certainly seemed to be enjoying the steak. Perhaps Okita should try some sometime...eventually. He was still unaccustomed to Western meals, even after all this time and eating red meat especially tended to make him ill afterward. The fries, however, he could probably manage, and the salad that his nurse typically brought for him would be enough. He'd prefer fish, but he knew that today was not the day for it.

Okita ripped another piece of the bedsheet off and laid it on the bed before smiling and shaking his head. "I admire your courage," he responded, ripping a third piece off. He wasn't used to talking so seriously to people, and really, the only times he tried it usually ended poorly. Either Tetsu fell asleep or Hijikata got depressed and left, or something else interfered. So it was Okita's general policy to keep away from such things - at least, it had been until he came here. Laughing a bit as he sat down on the bed, continuing to strip the bedsheet apart, Okita shrugged and continued. "Or maybe I should say honesty? Either way, it's more than most would do."