He smiled and lifted the bag in his hand. "Someone picked up some food for me, one of my classmates... Or former classmates." Michael's mood seemed to have brightened, simply with his presence. That was probably wishful thinking though. He settled down on a chair and pulled out the hamburger. Sasha began to devour it. He hadn't realized how hungry he was, and made quick work of it. Once he was finished, the young man stood and washed his hands with quick efficiency.

"I was thinking of having a quick physical therapy session, just to see where you're at. Would that be alright?" It was getting late after all ... They could always do it tomorrow morning, and then a bath after to sooth the sore muscles and maybe bring some shine back to those honey colored locks.