Oh, he sees that there. Don't think that just because he's upset that he doesn't notice things. But then, he has a few of Conner's shirts that won't ever get thrown out, now.

"You know, your food may be terrible, but it's not inedible," He tries to joke, giving a smile as he comes on in and zooms towards the ice cream. If he couldn't be curled up in bed, he could curl up on the couch and pretend to eat ice cream.

"Sorry about this. You're probably getting sick of people disappearing like this," He pauses. "I know I am."