You'd long adapted to Sebastians idiosyncrasies, telling by how he looked at the kitchen that he was hungry yet didnt seem to want to eat. You move closer to him, your chin on his shoulder with his hand in yours. You rub his knuckles lovingly with your thumb "How would you feel about sharing a snack plate?" you ask suddenly. His eyes widen slightly at your words, his body relaxing at your touch. He softly smiles before responding softly "If you're hungry" he shifts to press against you