Someone else too, huh...? A little spaced out as he eats, he watches her fingers press along her temples. It's a motion he's familiar with, having done similar himself when he hasn't just outright tried to stuff his head under a cushion or pillow so that the pressure can help alleviate even the slightest bit of pain.

Still, it's understandable. The Flower Festival, studying, tests from over-eager teachers.... There's a lot to be worried about, and this is something he tries to remind himself.

He might be living in a conspiracy theory, but that doesn't mean everyone else is.

"I just try to sleep off any ill feelings on my end," he admits, when his mouth is clear of food. "Is... it alright if I ask what's been giving you problems?"