C107 A knock on the door

I looked at him, unexpectedly feeling irritation and strong annoyance grow at his choice of words. "I can not eat. Don't tell me to eat."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Maybe you should keep eating and I'll do the thinking."

He eyed me without saying another word. He moved the plate still half filled with his breakfast away from him, clasping both his hands, he looked at me