"I've visited my parents on New Year's Day the last time."  he replied, still only partly present. "And I didn't wanna come back. Homemade food's the best." Then, his attention was already fully glued to her, and he managed to smile again, even though nervously kracking his knuckles in the meantime. His joints made the silent sounds of bones, straightening and bending in their connections, every time he moved.<br/><br/>But at that, his face lost the smile, and it was replaced by a worried frown. He stared at his hands for a few moments, before dropping his feet from the sofa and quickly turning to Abigail. "Gimme a minute and I'll be right back. I gotta grab something in the kitchen." he warned her, and his voice didn't sound happy at those words.<br/><br/>He sled off the sofa and ran to the kitchen, disappearing from the view of the camera, just to return a minute or two later with a glass of water in his hand. He dropped back before the laptop, rubbing his temples. "I had to take another painkiller..." he sighed. It was pretty annoying - and dangerous of didn't know how to take care of yourself - but what else could he do?