He made a vague gesture with his hands, as if saying he was fine and he didn't need to worry, and dismissing the very idea itself. He at least acknowledged that he was stubborn; he'd always been fairly self-aware, and capable of change, though his stubbornness wasn't likely to ever change and they all knew that.

"Garcia made this...casserole thing," he sounded dubious as he looked, pointing at it on the kitchen counter. But he hadn't been home for a few times, and even he was willing to admit he wasn't up for grocery shopping by himself yet. "I was gonna put it in the oven if you're hungry. I don't know how much real food is in it, but I haven't had a chance to restock yet."