The moment he gets the go-ahead to enter, he's doing so, turning the knob and peering cautiously into the room. He looks wan and run-down, and while the volley of echoes haven't aged him physically, his eyes convey a dull, jaded lifelessness that wasn't present before.

He pulls the room's folding metal chair away from the desk, situating it close to the bed where Misa sits wrapped in a comforter, and offers her first the hot chocolate, and then a tied-off bag of mini marshmallows that is half full.

He's silent as he does so, watching her with his hollow gaze, ultimately leaving it to her to make the first comment whenever she is prepared to.