Jihan ate slowly at first, more out of obligation than hunger, but by the third bite something in him seemed to loosen, some small mercy in the simple act of being fed by someone who'd noticed he hadn't eaten. Jae-min sat across from him at the small kitchen table, saying little, letting the quiet do most of the work while Jihan worked through the food in silence.
"Thank you," Jihan said eventually, setting his chopsticks down. "For this. For coming."
"You looked like you needed it."
"I looked like a disaster, you mean."
"That too." Jae-min offered a small, careful smile, and something in Jihan's chest eased further at the sight of it.
