More like Robbie should try to focus on the world around him and not remain caught up in his own thoughts.

Unfortunately, that was not what happened. It started off fine. He didn't pick up on a weird expression or furrowed brow. Robbie managed to smile back. Great.

And then Vance tripped on 'all right,' when he'd given Robbie a onceover. Thou art weighed in the balances and found wanting. Shakespeare? No, wait, that one's from church. The smile ran right off his face.

Robbie turned and walked away rather than look at Vance, stripped off the second shirt he'd just put on as he reclaimed his spot on the bed. If Vance wanted to judge him, fine. Let him judge him in a t-shirt so he wouldn't be too hot. "I'm not hungry. I told you - full up on space nutrient juice."

Having a food stash, though, that was a tempting offer. He did not want to go to the caf, but... Robbie added enough fuel to the fire already. He won't further confirm bad things by admitting he probably won't leave his room for a few days.