[ for a long moment, the spray of the heavier dishes being rinsed is all that answers him, Guanshan still electing to choose his words carefully around someone whose strength can so eclipse him. both of their bodies know something of learned defenses on rote. ]

Don't think I had it as bad as some other people. Hospital for a while, basement for a while longer. [ there's an resignation to universal truth in his voice as he lays the pans on the rack ready to be sanitized. ] Sometimes people just get lost.

[ bony fingers pull at a knot on his midriff until the twice-looped thread falls off of his waist. he folds it a few times, leaving it somewhat crumpled behind on the pristine counters; Sasuke's untouched food catches a look of ire. the tray the food's displayed upon is given an eager few raps of knuckles. ]

Eat, [ more forcefully. thankfully, he doesn't stand to see it through, instead circling to join him. there's a jar of chili oil between them he spoons egregiously onto his fish, utensils a-clatter on glass and porcelain. it's awkward. he fills it, awkwardly: ]

What about you?