((No that wasn't the thing, the thing is that weekends do things to me, bad things))
He nodded but then blushed with pressed lips. "I'd... l..ike... to ...d o .. t .h.a.t.... m y ... self..." he replied and coughed then, taking another sip from the milk to ease his throat and then just finished arranging the objects as he was instructed to eventually. "Um ... c...an .. I g..o ... sh..op ... to..mo... rr.ow?" he asked, he probably wanted to be two steps ahead, just in case, or maybe there was something he wanted, after all, his only belonging, was a notebook, jeans and a hoody, and a pair of tennises.