He probably needs food, on a biological level. He's just been so stressed lately, his body has written off the idea of eating completely. It's more Yuuya's welcoming personality that makes him want to come along than the offer of food. He nods a little, smiling slightly. He appreciates what everyone is doing a lot, even if trusting people is really hard right now.

"Sure," he says, sitting up a little. He's wearing an oversized sweatshirt beneath, with a hole cut in the back for his rose petal wings. His wings stretch out as he stands, stiff from sleeping in the chair. He'll follow Yuuya to the kitchen, and eventually he'll speak up along the way.

"Why are you here?" he asks.