Hearing her words he nodded some, looking down at where she held his hand before she held out his abandoned dinner. Taking it, though he didn't have an appetite for it he knew it would make her happy to at least see him eat a bit. With that he ate. Not really paying attention to the taste.

Watching Sam get up to grab his meds. He sighed some scratching his cheek before returning to his food. Before she asked him a question he blinked slightly. "Not really no," it was a flat straight to the point answer. Finishing off what was left from his dinner. 

Looking at his lap, "I just didn't have anyone I could talk to Sam and I won't go to a therapist to talk no." He took a deep breath good ribs were aching from the crying. "Just haven't found anyone I could trust to talk to really."