Best to keep it small for now. He'll get to the more existential "what do you want" questions eventually. Just... maybe not today.

But he does follow along, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, where there's a knife that he can hold onto just for the feeling of security. "I should eat," he says, which is not exactly an answer. He struggles for a moment-- it was so much easier to handle his shit when he didn't have to admit to a need out loud because nobody was trying to talk to him-- then adds, "Food would be a good idea."