[Maybe it's for the best that Makoto was the one to overthink it, because if it had just been Kazuya, he well and truly would have done it in a heartbeat. But then, he's always been the sort to do for other people, to care about himself after.

The food comes, and serves as a decent distraction, and Kazuya smiles a little in return, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepish. Embarrassed.

Somehow, he hadn't thought the topic would be so serious, despite it's very nature.

He waits for the server to leave, prods at his own meal before he speaks up.]

No, it's probably not really first date material, is it? Or maybe it is, considering what we are? I don't really, know.