Being on the roof is at once disturbing and comforting, in Jae's opinion, but he finds lately that attempting to fool himself into security or ignorance just makes him ill later. There's fresh air up here, the wards still work, and even under siege, the city is beautiful. In the distance, winged workers are already rebuilding, defiant in the face of danger.

The moment there is strange. He's so ridiculously glad for waffles, both because oh my fucking god waffles, they're the best thing he's seensmelledanticipated in days, and because it gives him a minute to mull something over.

He beams at the offered food, though, and takes the clamshell box as he sits down in the opposite chair, making a noise that's both giddy and reverent and totally uncool for someone like DJ Kim. It's not a squeak.

Plunked down and delighted, he glances up first- "You already ate something, right?"