Tohi took the bowl from Souji, and stirred it a little to make sure all the sugar was mixed in. It frankly smelled amazing - as did the coffee - which was probably testament to a lack of solid food in the last two weeks than anything else. Particularly given that hospital food was nutritious, but decidedly lacking in the taste department.

"Thanks." He ate it carefully, mindful both of how hot it was and the fact that he couldn't stuff himself when parts of his guts were being held together by surgical staples. And that he'd probably make himself sick if he ate too fast after not having much at all.