It's not like I made the food in the first place. [ Alhaitham puts the bowl away and reaches for his own miso soup to drink it. ] No need to thank me.

[ It might have been a more general thank you, as far as he's concerned, yet that doesn't change anything—it just doesn't feel like he's doing anything that requires gratitude, really. The silence lingers for a little while before he speaks up again: ]

After I arrived, I thought that living alone was going to feel strange. Convenient, but strange. I suppose it's only natural that I got used to your presence.

[ It's way more than that, even if Alhaitham isn't saying it out loud. ]