[Otabek smiles to himself, calmed by the sweet kiss and relaxing in hopes that Yusuke will mimic his body language. He can't heal his injuries, but he can hold him for a little while. It could help.]

Sometime, later. We can talk about me. [He rests his cheek against Yusuke's hair.] Then you can give me all the support you want.

You don't eat enough. We both worry.

[If Yusuke couldn't prioritize eating, then they would do it for him. Otabek would pick up cooking more often if that's what it took to get his boyfriend healthier.]

What if I made you Japanese dishes?