Despil's hand finds its way to Kimi's neck anyway when he talks about his family, even as he changes the subject immediately and squeezes rather gently. He isn't looking forward to going home either and listening to the endless lectures of wasting his life.

"Lets eat," he says before Arie has time to answer. "I'm not an undersized rockstar, who lives from booze fumes and adoration." His grin is similarly sharklike and Arie sticks a finger up to him.

"Yeah, I was thinking we should eat," he agrees though, and gestures at the chairs while reclaiming his own. "Gives us some time to catch up before home."