Seth couldn't help but notice that she looked to be in the same shape as he was, but that was a given so he wasn't surprised. Like her, he didn't make a single comment as he followed her into the cafe and over to a table, "I guess it wouldn't do any good to ask how you're doing," he spoke softly as he lowered himself into one of the chairs. They had met to have lunch but the smell of the food cooking in the back made his stomach turn. Right now, he was so love sick he couldn't eat, couldn't think, couldn't sleep. He was so fucked.
He folded his arms across the edge of the table, his bloodshot eyes looking down at the menu, stupidly looking for a beer menu even though he knew this place wouldn't serve beer. God, he could use a stiff drink but alcohol would only add to his problems, "I'm going back to rehab today," he told her, lifting his eyes to look over at her, unable to resist asking if she was alright, "How are you feeling? You look as shitty as me right now."