I-I'm sorry he's so bad at being social. D:
[ Used to better isn't exactly the problem. It's plenty better than rotten food and the struggling for a meal he'd endured lately. He doesn't say anything, just listens.
At the glance, his jaw clenches. He nods, slowly, even if he's only half-sure.]
Something like that.
[ It's hard to eat when you're thinking all you've known could be false.]