For reasons unknown, staring absently at a wall all day had become far less… boring to him. Perhaps it was due to this act becoming routine between him feverishly cleaning himself until he rubbed off most of the skin from his hands and throwing up everything he ate anywhere between a day to a couple seconds afterwards. Thankfully his skin couldn't get much paler, if at all, though his neighbors did frequently point out how it looked like he lost a great deal of weight.
Julius was probably worse off in the mental department, given the fact he still had to work in order for them to have any money while constantly keeping an eye on Ludger in the event he did something drastic. His worries were probably groundless if only due to Ludger hardly moving from either his bed or the couch, but it was best to be cautious.
There was also the fact Julius' Time Factorization was making his left arm awkward (and sometimes painful) to use, so he'd dedicated a bit of time to learn how to perform everyday tasks with one hand. It'd worked out, thank the spirits.
"Ludger, would you rather have tomatoes or celery in your soup?" Julius called, turning back to his younger brother. He shook his head in response while pointing at the soup pot on the stove. "You're going to have to eat, so please choose one." Ludger held up one finger, which he took as signal to use the tomatoes.
Once finished, the older Kresnik set Ludger's soup onto a tray and placed the tray on Ludger's lap. Ludger stared at it for a while, then he proceeded to stir it around using his finger instead of the spoon. Jeez, this just wasn't going to be easy, was it?
"Do you really wish for me to treat you like you're four and feed you myself?" From the lack of an answer, he'd take that as, 'I'm not going to eat unless you physically make me.' Julius didn't offer further comment as he scooped up a spoonful of soup and held the spoon right next to Ludger's lips until he eventually opened his mouth just enough for the spoon to fit.
It's tedious, he'd admit, but Julius would rather go through something tedious than have his brother starve himself to death. And spirits knew he would in this state.
At least they'd progressed enough to where Julius didn't have to hold Ludger down, force his mouth open, and pinch his nose so he'd swallow his food anymore.
"Is it good?" Ludger nodded. "Glad to hear it. Guess being an excellent chef runs in the family. You're a million miles ahead of me though; you can bear with me, right?"
"…Yeah." Ludger's voice sounded raspy from hardly speaking, although it was still music to Julius' ears.