He nods, pleased to hear her day is going well. "I'm excited to see the finished product," he tells her. Honestly, he doesn't mind that she picks at his plate at all. In fact, he pushes it a little closer to her so that she can do exactly that. At least they're in the same place together emotionally.

Her question has him pausing, taking a deep breath. He's not entirely sure he wants to have this conversation with her in the commissary. "It's okay." He rubs at his temple. Headaches are near constant these days. He doesn't blame her for saving the real food for dinner. He used to do the same thing. "I'm trying to get things caught up. I suspect there'll be some new things to work on after yesterday."

Maybe after she's finished lunch they can walk and talk a little about the vision implants and what he thinks he wants to do.