The comfort was appreciated, but it opened up a whole new wave of emotions that he'd mostly been successful at suppressing. If Benjy went back to sleep, Alastair might have just sat with him, or maybe he would have figured out something to do. Though, Alastair realized now what he needed was the comfort provided by his boyfriend just existing in his space. Everything was still raw and festering, but still hard to process. Alastair wished it was a dream, even one that played over and over again in his head. If Odette were still there he would replay the image of her being killed everyone night if he could still have her around.
"No, thank you," he responded monotonously. He wasn't hungry. Hadn't been hungry. He'd eaten when he wasn't hungry, but he didn't want to today. He hadn't pretended at the funeral when the food had come out, but the lack of food paired with the alcohol was definitely why his vision occasionally spun before allowing him to refocus. "I apologize for waking you."