Gerry frowns deeply at this, concerned and puzzled. What the hell does that mean? A room without doors... trapped? Useless, somehow?

At Drelasa's last remark, Gerry lets out a huff of air. "Yeah, that sounds like him. That... abject refusal to worry about himself is why I'm always so damn worried for him. And I do get it, I'm not exactly the self-care king or whatever. But he's just so avoidant and I don't know how to get through to him that he can talk to me. That I want him to."

Ironically, Gerry fails to comment on his own well-being.

"...Wanna split this potato bread with me?"