"What have you eaten all day?" Leon asked right after he came home from work in the evening and saw you sitting on the couch in the living room, covering yourself with a blanket. You hesitated, not answering anything.

Kennedy said nothing and went into the kitchen, where he checked the refrigerator and drawers, but the food was not touched at all. Only the plate of fried eggs that Leon made for you this morning appeared in the refrigerator.

"You haven't eaten anything all day again?" he asked quietly, walking into the living room while you lowered your head, saying nothing and nervously, even guiltily biting your lips.