''I still don't get how you can eat that disgusting stuff..'' the teen grimaces as he glances towards Gamzee's recuperacoon. ''Have you considered cutting back on it?'' Gokudera pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and absentmindedly rolls it between his thin pianist fingers while talking; he knows how it's like to be addicted to something. ''But yeah, dinner it is.''

He observes as Gamzee works for a while before speaking up. ''Che, it's fine; just leave it be.'' The troll's efforts didn't really help much after all, but it's a little bit more comfortable now at least.