[ There's a long, long pause. Like it's taking everything he has to not WELL ACTUALLY that and go off on a long tangent about cats. ]

...yeah, that's probably right.

[ He's finished his noodles, so he's not entirely sure what to do to avoid looking like he's thinking about that last statement too hard. So he just continues to mime eating noodles. Nailed it. ]

That's- shit. Kind of sad. And a nightmare scenario, as far as not fucking him up worse than he already is goes. Going to hurt him by being around, going to hurt him by buggering off.