[ Kaeya has managed to change into clean clothes before Diluc finished with his bath. His hair is tied in a loose braid, pulled over his shoulder to lie directly on top of where his heart rests. He busies himself with organizing a few things around the living room when he hears the other man come from upstairs, heading straight into the kitchen.

He remembers that he only has a few items in the pantry and the icebox so he isn't entirely surprised when Diluc stares at him with a judgmental expression on his face. A sheepish smile is all he has to offer. ]

Skipping meals? Not exactly. I did tell you I haven't been spending much time here. Any food I keep would simply rot away.

[ And it would have been a waste. ]

Would you rather we go grab a bite to eat somewhere else?