Faolan glances down at Lily as she sneaks forward towards the other man before he glances back to his plate where he continues to slowly pick at his food. He is eating it! But what little appetite he may have had before has relatively vanished in the face of the rest of it all. And now that he's sitting still and not panicking, threatening to leave, he realizes just how terrible he feels. Even despite the medication, his head is ready to pound itself apart, and it's only through practice of having been through similar binges (and worse) that he's managing to keep his food down at all.

He understands that just about every time he has opened his mouth he has come to regret it. So he falls silent -- for good this time -- slumped forward over his plate as he makes his way through it. Small methodical bite by small methodical bite. Seriously lamenting the fact that his stomach is really not doing well enough for a coffee, because he could really use one right about now. And trying not to feel too guilty about everything he has done wrong in the last 24 hours. It's quite the list at this point...