He glanced off towards where Alicia had gone and then to the couch before looking back over at Frederick with a small frown. "It's too bad you don't have your own place to sleep, but it's good that you're getting out to find your own place. I'm sure if I asked Oscar he'd say it was okay."
Or he might, at least. He seemed to have a bad habit of getting lost and his short-term memory was still a little iffy, even if he was starting to remember things a little bit better long-term. Plus, Oscar just didn't want him going out alone, it seemed. But this was Frederick. He was okay, wasn't he?
He kept quiet after that, though - working on his drink and watching the other boy cook, head casually cocked to the side. There was nothing wrong with silence, he figured. It didn't even feel awkward. Well... except for the fact that was trying to fight impulses that felt a bit out of place right now.