I'd much rather go through it with you than sleep all that time away.

[ it's not his fault, but leo feels guilty anyway. there's nothing to do about it now, so he drops the topic and instead readily pokes his head around the corner when the familiar sight of the cafeteria rolls around. the last time he was here... someone was making a meal out of blood?

while he would normally wonder if that guy would be here again, leo actually doesn't feel like seeing blood right now. ]

Did Gilbert not teach you to make anything? Not even a sandwich?