Donald mustered a tiny smile despite flicker of sadness in his eyes upon hearing that.
"...seriously?" He asked. "Well...here I am, if that makes you feel any better. And--OH."
The OH came from nowhere, and he reached over the table to hand him the one object he was permitted to bring in--a sort of sad-looking, slightly wilted yellow daisy.
"I brought this cuz I know how much it sucks in these places and I figured it'd be nice to have something to cheer you up." He explained, tucking his pale hair behind his ears sort of distractedly.