"You could say that." Bad dreams. Jumping at shadows that aren't really there. Just barely falling asleep only to jerk back awake again. How every sound both comforted him and scared him half to death some nights. He started to slowly munch on his spaghetti, twirling it around his fork before sticking it in his mouth. "Some days bad. Some days good. I'm not gonna break if you touch it Rassa." He speared a meatball and chewed it slowly. Rudolph shut his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the taste. "As for breakfast, just a bowl of cereal will be fine." He didn't want her going to any trouble over him. Not that would stop her from doing so, but he could try.