"Yeah." He says, hoping they can leave it at that, a delicately balanced half-truth. "Yeah. I might lay down for a while. If you just wanted to bring back something simple for me, I'll eat when you get back. If you don't mind delaying the evening's plans a little more?" He smiles at her, and hopes it looks convincing. How embarrassing it would be to admit that he was too shy, too afraid to face the others.