Toshi finished the oatmeal and pointedly ignored his stomach's sudden insistence that it wanted more, because he knew he'd probably regret it. He reached over to set it on the nightstand again, doing his best to only shift his shoulders and not the muscles that were still healing, though it was impossible to avoid entirely. Now that he actually had something in his stomach, he could have his coffee without having to worry too much that he'd end up regretting it in short order. The smell already made him feel more human.