[He...really should be skewering Jay with a more skeptical, are you fucking goddamn serious right now look to befit the absurdity of offering him a pear out of goddamn nowhere. He should be. But the sight of something as small and simple as food turns his stomach, or whatever he has now that passes for one, and he shakes his head grimly.]
...no.
[Truthfully, he can't even think of eating right now. He can't.]
no subject
...no.
[Truthfully, he can't even think of eating right now. He can't.]
I - no.