That's the thing though, isn't it? I haven't been eating anything.

[Here and there, little tastes that are more akin to eating a single chip than an actual satisfying meal. A tease, more than anything.

Kazuya lurches forward, slinging an arm around Naoya's shoulders in a manner that's far too friendly for the situation between them.]

But now I've finally got something of substance here, thanks to you.