Okay yeah that's awkward but at least she's not awkwardly watching the spooky semi-stranger cry about missing his friend. That's... good? She thinks? Probably? Nothing about her life has prepared her for this.

That's fair.

If April doesn't have anything she wants to do, Jon will quietly do research on his laptop while Daisy plays phone games. They can keep this up pretty indefinitely, although eventually it will probably occur to Daisy that April needs to eat lunch. (It will take an hour or so after when she normally eats lunch for Daisy to remember, unless April brings it up herself.)

April browses the internet on her phone, interspersed with a moderate amount of Candy Crush. She has found where people put their fanfiction in 2018 and the joy of this is only slightly marred by the fact that, understandably, most new fanfiction is about media that came out in the last decade. It's okay, the Harry Potter fandom is still kicking and that's the important thing.

She does in fact remember the existence of lunch at an appropriate hour. "So uh... I should eat food. Is there a way to make that happen that's compatible with my babysitting duties. Also... do either of you... eat food."

"Right. We--can. Basira thinks we should, says it's probably good for us. There's probably food around here somewhere?" 

"There is." Jon does an admirable job of standing up and makes it about two steps before his legs give out.

"Oh for—"

She dives to catch him. She is not very good at this and they sort of end up sprawled on the floor in a heap but, and this is important, nobody hits their head on anything, which in her opinion suffices to call it a win.

Yeah, that counts as a win.

.....bliiiiiiiiiiink. "...Sorry about that. You and Daisy can go get food, I'll just.... lie here, I guess. I'll be better later, probably." He mostly sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

"Lying here sounds like a good plan!" She disentangles herself and gets up. "We will go get food. And water. And you... will hopefully not stand up again while I'm not around to catch you. Cool? Cool."

"Right. Yes. Okay." Once it is clear that he is not being expected to stand up again, he goes limp on the floor. He also stops blinking, mostly because it's too much effort and so he doesn't really want to keep doing it, but from the outside it is definitely a disconcerting effect.

That is mildly odd but, you know what, if you've fallen on the floor and can't get up you are allowed to decide you're too tired to blink.

Food? Food.

Food! Daisy has to sit down once but, and this is important, she does not at any point collapse. They have quite a lot of groceries and snacks stockpiled.

April picks out things she wants to eat and asks Daisy which things Jon can be expected to not hate and makes sure that they are also bringing water because she definitely wants to be hydrated and under the circumstances would kind of like it if Jon and Daisy were too, and then they can go back and have lunch like the group of normal kind of objectively fucked-up people that they are.

Jon has a LOT of opinions about food and is ridiculously picky but Daisy has figured out some things that he will not hate. Water's good! Daisy doesn't have to stop and rest at all on the way back although she does feel a bit better when they're back and sitting down.

(Jon has not moved from his location on the floor; he shifts his head when they arrive and then stops moving again.)

April sits down next to him on the floor and offers him a Certified Acceptable Food Item.

He will SQUINT AT IT DUBIOUSLY and then attempt to lever himself up on his elbows. He gets almost halfway to sitting up before collapsing back with a sigh. "Sorry," he mutters. He does not sound particularly sorry. He is theoretically looking at the food but his eyes keep sliding over to focus on April's face instead. "I can sit up, just give me a minute."

She makes a sort of darkly amused 'tff' noise, puts his food down next to him, and gets up to sit in an actual chair and eat her own lunch.

He does, eventually, manage to lever himself up so he's half-slumped against the wall. He eats the first half or so of his lunch while staring unblinkingly at April, until Daisy nudges him, at which point he mutters another extremely half-hearted "sorry" and fixes his eyes firmly downwards. 

"Okay, now I'm morbidly curious, do you not need to blink?"

"Not since I woke up from the coma. It's just--habit. Usually."

"He needed glasses, too, before the coma. Guess creepy eye powers have their benefits."

"Yeah, I thought there might be something of that nature going on, what with the way you reacted when I got my glasses. —also, what coma,"

"When the Unknowing happened--the Stranger's apocalypse ritual--I... Died, kind of? I mean, my heart stopped. But I was still--alive, my brain was still alive, I was still... dreaming." Small shudder. "The hospital called it a coma, and I don't exactly have a better word for being unconscious for six months."

"...right. Okay. Have I mentioned recently that this place's whole deal is kinda fucked up."

"I'm aware."

"Sorry your life sucks," she adds, and then she goes back to eating lunch.