"Wise decision." His own expression closelg mirrored hers at that admission. He'd seen her eat, after all. Even if he had helped finish off her breakfast more than once already.
The steadiness of her gaze was enough for the tension he'd pushed out by sheer force creep its way back in. That look said she could see right through him. Then again, if she couldn't, he wasn't about to try and deny it anyway. Even if he did feel like an idiot for how he'd been feeling. Wasn't that all done with, now?
"No," he admitted finally, for lack of anything more profound to say. "I don't think it is." How did you explain to someone something as pathetic as not knowing what you were supposed to do when there wasn't something to fight for?