[ The way his body turns stiff in its movement, head tipping somewhat, but needing a moment to actually nod, tells itself of the difficulty of such a story being out is for him to swallow.

If he could wrap them up and hide it all away like he'd never exposed it, he might just go and do that. But there's no taking it back-- and it's been said to someone he does trust, feels he can, anyway. He knows he shouldn't be like this. ]

Mm. [ He clasps his hands together, trying to swallow away instead his insecurities, and behind him Charizard moves to his side. Hot air puffs against his cheek, and Red turns his head to him, hooking a hand after behind his horns as their cheeks connect in an easy, affectionate movement. ]

...You want your story to come out on your own terms, right? I won't tell anyone. [ His eyes glance over to the biscuits that had been brought, and then, maybe a little suddenly after that-- ] Let me buy you lunch.

[ A beat, and then he throws in as well- ] Cilan made a big vegetable pasta last night too we can eat. But I don't mind going somewhere busier.

[ Eat out or be invited to Cilan's place. Hungry, Komaeda? ]