No. No, it does not, and Oz resists the urge to frown, lowering his hands. The wall disintegrates, little light particles scattering like dust into the air as he stands up, walking over to his best friend. He'd like to reach out and take the bowl, to get a better look and share in Gilbert's excitement, but now isn't the time.

"Gil?"

It's a gentle prompt, nothing more. It's only fair, isn't it? But then, Gilbert's never really had the same problems he's had, when it comes to communicating his feelings. Even back when he'd tried to hide his identity, convinced of his betrayal of the Vessalius household, he'd stayed by Oz's side. That alone spoke more than his words ever did. So Oz is patient, waiting for him to speak up about whatever's bothering him.