He looks at her and shakes his head. "I am making sure you wake up from the other world of the unconscious." He says softly. Looking at her and frowns. "I brought you back into the room. You passed out in the hallway and hit your head on the wall." He sighs a bit. "You aren't strong enough to go there. You can't have been eating. You need to at least eat a bowl of stew. It will give you energy." He says softly. Standing up and wipes the water droplets from her forehead one last time.<br/><br/>Then stands up. Getting a bowl of stew and puts a spoon in it. Walking over to her and sits next to her. He looks at her. "Are you going to eat or do I need to force feed you? If you don't want to eat after this bowl of stew...I can't make you. Though it will help you get to Natasha...and away from my disgusting self." He says. "You don't have to like me. As you said...no one likes me. My own parents didn't...so I don't expect anyone else to. I will not let you starve yourself to death. So you can eat or I can help you eat by feeding you myself." He offers her the spoon. "Sooner you eat the sooner you can meet your friend." he points out yet again.