Kengo cleared his throat during the awkward pause, moving to sit down a few feet from Ryusei at the table. He accepted the food, giving a small nod of his head in thanks without verbally expressing it. Resting his arms on the table, he picked up one of the onigiri and picked at the plastic around it. He hadn't eaten since before he'd left for school. It was true that he needed it more than he wanted to admit, but sometimes he became too focused on his work to think about eating. His mind and body always seemed to focus completely on the task at hand and he had to remind himself to eat -- or have someone else do the reminding for him.

"You left pretty quickly earlier. I guess I'm just paranoid. ... it's really hard to figure people out. I'm still not used to it yet and I know I'm usually harsh and demanding towards everyone. I was worried I'd crossed a line with you." Kengo absently picked at the plastic, keeping his head down. "I don't really spend time with anyone in the club outside of being with the group as a whole."

Realizing that he was starting to open up a bit too much, Kengo shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to mutter an apology. Instead, he brought the food up to his mouth and took a careful bite, still seeming as though he was focusing on his own thoughts more than anything else.