"...I'm not hungry." Which would be enough for Chikusa, normally, but he pauses, gaze staying steadily focused somewhere near Makoto's elbow. "Seeing his name.... I don't have an appetite anymore." Too much nervous energy thrums through him, now. Besides, it's the middle of the night. With any luck, his stomach will remember it needs breakfast in some hours.

"Anyway... There's the others to talk with... Right?"