[He debates, for a minute, whether he even wants to get involved. Reika's life is none of his business. If she's happy with playing nursemaid to this guy, that's not his problem.

Maybe it's the giant chip on his shoulder about being used, but he can't help feeling kind of weird about it, though.]

'You do it or he might accidentally poison himself' isn't exactly sounding better, Reika-chan.

[He shifts, uncomfortably.]

Look, I'm the last person who's gonna tell anyone else how to live their life, but this guy's a grown ass man, right? It's not your responsibility to hold his hand. The least he could do is try to give you some fuckin' preferences so you're not the one trying to figure out how to give him variety, dude.