His fingers dug into the edge of the mattress. He was still tense in his shoulders and clearly there was a lot on his mind. Probably wasn't going to be able or willing to eat much. Even if they had Thai food on the menu.
God, he missed Hell's Kitchen.
"Don't worry about me. I think we can both agree that unless it's the Paralympic Games, I'm not going to be winning any prizes." He flashed her a small smile. Maybe it was meant to be reassuring, maybe it was a joke - he wasn't sure how she'd take it. If the situation was dire enough she could expect him to get his shit together and make the best of it. Beyond that he couldn't make her any promises.
"Is Pad Thai on the menu?" he asked as he turned his head towards her and bit down on his bottom lip.