Consumed by worries, the food doesn't taste all that great. He could be putting paper into his mouth and it wouldn't make a difference. Chewing and swallowing silently, staring at his plate the entire time, he falls into a dangerous trap of his mind. His surroundings appear foggy and unreal, all the noise around him blending out of his consciousness.

This is also why he doesn't notice right away that they're not heading home. Only after a while, when he can't recognize the area out of the corners of his eyes, does he wake from his state of dissociation and frowns. "Uh, where are we going?"