[ Touma has no reason to be in the Shelter, except that he doesn't want to be cooped up at the house all day. He's thankful for a few things, too, so he might as well attend for that reason.
He's thankful for his best friend, who doesn't judge him for all the stupid things he ends up doing.
He's thankful for being in only a half-cast today, able to wiggle the fingers of his right hand even if he can barely hold onto things.
He's thankful to not have anyone else from home stuck with him here, as much as he misses things from time-to-time. The boy has already spent more time and gotten to know more people than he remembers from all his time at home which, when you put it into perspective, is kind of sad. ]
[ ...yeah, he's getting too distracted by those thoughts. That plate he's trying to balance in the casted palm of his right hand, even as he piles on food with the left hand? That's not working too well for him. ] W-whoa! [ Crash!.
Hope that was mostly on him, the table, or the floor, and not you, whoever you are. ]