[ Standing so very still, feeling flustered for the second time that day, he begins to suspect that Allen may have learned to make soba on his behalf, and feels his throat close up at the prospect. It's far more than he ever expected. Leaves him feeling tongue-tied and a little on edge. Flustered, yes, but also, touched in a way he's rarely felt growing up separate from everyone he ever wanted to be near.

Allen was near, and he wanted what he was offering, at least, what he thought he was offering. Wanted it very badly it made his heart swell as his fingers brush back his hair in that manner of his that left him feeling whole. Complete. Like he wasn't broken. ]

I...

[ He looks at him with a sort of awe that comes with uncovering a lost treasure. ]

I think of you. [ He tries again. ] When I think of home, I think of eating with you. That's why it's good. You made it. It's you that I want. You that I...

[ He swallows thickly, feeling his heart in his throat. ]

That I treasure more than anyone else.