Conan didn't look up, didn't dare to do so. He knew if he did there would be pain there and he couldn't face it. It was hard enough when she thought he was gone, but now, now he'd be completely unprepared to face it.

"...I'm sorry," he said softly after she spoke, hopefully loud enough for her to hear, but he didn't make any other move until he heard the door close.

He glanced to the side, to be sure she was gone.

Then he pushed the plate to the side, crossing his arms and burying his face there and trying so very hard not to cry.