Talking about it is the absolute last thing he wants to do right now. Mostly he just wants to crawl into bed and sleep, and maybe that won't fix anything but at least he won't have to deal with it until tomorrow. But that's...not really what he wants. What he wants is for everything to be okay again.

He sighs.

"Right now I just want a hot dog," he says. Focus on the more important matter of solving their hunger issue first. "Afterward, we'll see how I'm feeling. But I promise, things are..."

Well, not fine.

"They're as okay as they're gonna get."