"Some," he said in his customary quiet tones. He gave a tight smile. "In short batches." He looked down at his plate and took a bite. He chewed the food and swallowed it, and his smile warmed a trifle. "Very nice," he said. "Really, thank you. You didn't have to do this." He glanced up at him.
He hoped the conversation would steer away from his sleeping habits. At least the nightmares were rarer these days, and it was just stress and unhappiness disturbing his sleep, for the most part.