He wondered if she'd been bit by Eros' arrows, but she didn't seem to be exuding anything unnatural like love. It was genuine concern, something else that was just as foreign to him.
She was touching him again. Close. Without cringing. He held as steady of a gaze as he could manage trying more importantly to keep down the food he'd swallowed. It made his stomach twist into knots. "They will." The thoughts of moving were just as horrible as the food. That meant he'd have to go home to his one room apartment without passing out. He still needed to stay awake, at least long enough for her to be certain he wasn't going to croak.