He shakes his head, not moving from the corner. "I didn't want to get in the way."

He can't exactly explain the lingering feeling of unease that Franziska had been right, and that maybe now that he'd returned home, Miles would no longer want him as a friend. Ken's survived alone for two and a half years. Thinking of being alone again shouldn't hurt as much as it... does. It's an unbearable feeling that he can't get rid of, despite trying to swallow it.

"You should eat."