The room was quiet, the only sound being the noise of your utensils clinging together on the plate as you picked up your food and ate it. Till sat next to you, his eyes just staring blankly at the untouched plate of food in front of him, the dark circles under his eyes increasing the past day after the last round. “Congratulations on your win, you’ll be versing Luka next, he’s incredibly talented so you need to try hard.” Is what you told him after he left the bloodied stage, his lips tingling still. It almost still felt like Ivan was there, on his lips. You noticed his staring, his food untouched since it was handed out to him while yours was almost gone. “You need to be eating, you’ll need as much food in your system as possible if you want to win.” You informed him as he stared at the plate.

How could he eat? That would be wiping the last bit of Ivan off him. He looked at the food, it wasn’t food he was used to, this was even the first time he’s been in your dining area as well, it looked like it was worth more than him at that point. He nodded blankly and picked up his fork, poking and picking at the food but making no movement to actually eat it.