Anduin recognizes that Wrathion may be deflecting the attention as a means to escape the focus himself, but he leaves it for now. He does not think it is particularly healthy for Wrathion to box these feelings away forever. But is not going to force him to address them precisely this moment. Everyone processes these things in their own way, in their own time. Even Anduin himself.

If focusing on him is what Wrathion needs, then so be it.

He presses his lips to the back of Wrathion's hand, then sets it back down on his knee, shaking his head in response to the question as he does so.

"I haven't," he answers, mostly truthfully. He had had a bite earlier during the day, when he had been out on patrol in the streets, but he doubts that is what Wrathion was asking. "I was waiting for you."

With so little news from the other side of the city, from Wrathion, throughout the day... He will admit that he had been worried.