Adrien's eyes widened, blinded for an instant in a rising feeling of unease. He flinched as an unpleasant thought grasped at the mouth of his stomach: all these beautiful things -- all these beautiful things that Val had been doing for him and him alone, all this care, all this attention --

and what was he doing in return? He ate his food and used his things and took his time - without giving anything back; without deserving. He had done nothing to be worthy of all of this - nothing to be worthy of having someone like Val taking care of him.