"All up to putting the rot down on my pan, I motherfucking know." And part of him knows that he should stop. Needs to. But it hurts, and keeping it up hurts and honestly, everything motherfucking hurts right now.

The thoughts make him curl a bit, and when he looks up his expression is serious and almost open--some of that confusion and pain shows though, at least. "Not got to be at eating much since the kitchen up and disappeared itself. It..."

A pause, a breath, and he can't keep the smile going. "...hurts."