He almost shakes his head... but he decides that's a bad idea as he wobbles. And swallows, hard, around what is an uncomfortable hunger that's started gnawing.

"I just- I don't know what happened. And I don't- I-" he swallows a little harder, and this is more about something else, "I know we're, um, in the midst of something. But that's-"

He feels the wave of hunger and dizziness and forces himself to keep his eyes open. And not... do what he shouldn't.

"I'm sorry." The words are difficult, not because he doesn't mean them. Because he does. "It was shitty and I'm sorry and you- you deserve to know that you deserved better w-whatever comes."