Ryu chuckled. "Okay. I promise I won't drink anymore." As long as Aito remained with him, he won't take even a sip of alcohol. Besides, he only drank when he was in a bad mood and the call from Tobio had him thinking of the things that would have happened to Aito if he hadn't gotten there in time.
Aito liked it when Ryu listened to him so he smiled. "Thank you."
They entered the kitchen and Ryu gasped at the beautiful spread on the mini dining table by the corner. There were two bowls of piping hot ramen, some boiled eggs, beef slices and vegetables. It was a huge upgrade compared to the fried eggs Aito once made him back then. That was the only time he ate something Aito made with his own hands. After Aito's 'death', he had yearned for fried eggs but no matter who made it, it never tasted the same. That was when he started to lose taste. Nothing he ate was good anymore. He only ate to survive.
