You'll have to forgive me for having no appetite, [he answers.] The memory of being covered in blood isn—
[He cuts himself off, mouth closing and eyes shutting with some force. He takes in a breath and shakes his head with tiny, hurried motions as if trying to physically shake the forced honesty out of himself. Under his breath:]
Shut up.
[Okay, yes, he's taking a bite now. If just to get himself to stop talking.]
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[He cuts himself off, mouth closing and eyes shutting with some force. He takes in a breath and shakes his head with tiny, hurried motions as if trying to physically shake the forced honesty out of himself. Under his breath:]
Shut up.
[Okay, yes, he's taking a bite now. If just to get himself to stop talking.]