"The stuff for curry just showed up," Nida admits. "And it's this curry. The one my Dad used to make. So yeah, it sort of is. I mean, I also got yarn, but you can't eat that."

Don't mind him while he leans in more, his head coming to rest on Billy's shoulder. This is good. This is better than good. He almost feels comfortable for once. After a moment, though, he pulls back.

"I wasn't handling well before this. I wasn't even handling it well when I chose to go to the dojo. You wanted to know how I hurt my ankle? I did it to myself. I jumped down from a roof. I wanted it to hurt. I didn't anticipate the rock on the ground that made me turn it worse than I'd been going for. I was just... I'm so tired of hurting over this. Is it wrong to just want something good in my life? Or just something I can handle?"

The pain was something he was trained as a SeeD to deal with. Even something to focus on instead of all the stuff in his head.