Asami isn't the only one who's hungry and can't sleep tonight.

Envy isn't in as bad a place as he was a month ago, but he's still nowhere near better, no matter how well he's able to act it. He could have eaten something out of the pantry at the house, but...he didn't want to chance being stumbled upon by a housemate in the middle of sadly eating cereal.

At least if he's sadly eating breakfast food at ten o' clock at night, most everyone else will be unhappy at Benny's. He'll blend right in.

Except he isn't expecting to see a familiar face when he walks in. He's tempted to either leave and come back later, or to just go sit in a booth it'd be hard for her to spot him at.

But Envy'd seen the message on the network earlier that day. It's a mix of that and impulse that gets him to walk over to her booth. His hands are in his pockets, and while he's got something like his normal expression plastered on his face, there's something decidedly quieter about it. He's not looking to annoy.

"This's a shitty place to eat alone," says the man who had just come here for the express purpose of sitting alone and eating questionable pancakes.

"Mind if I sit?"