Apparently, Heat's nurse had caught the fact that he hadn't eaten his breakfast that morning and was intent on piling his plate high with burgers this afternoon. Such a big boy, she'd said, required lots of nourishing. The way she'd said it had left the demon wondering if she was actually serious. It looked as though she fully intended to watch him even from across the room during the meal. Surely there was more to this than her wanting him to eat. The only reason he was going to put up with this for the time being was because he knew his comrades were safe so far - at least the ones he'd seen here.

He found an already occupied table, not even eying the boy already there as he was too busy glaring back at the far too pleasant woman standing near the door. Even after he'd slowly lowered himself into his seat, it took him a couple minutes to give Jun a good look-over.

His chair was different, he noted. Wheels. It was only some faint memory tugging at his subconscious that kept him from making a remark about how lazy a chair with wheels had to make a person. No, he was injured. It was necessary.

Heat picked up one of the hamburgers, sniffed it, then swallowed in down in no more than a couple bites. "So, what happened to you?"