It was the noodles that did it... The noodles took him out.

"Let's hope that this isn't a typical occurrence on Legion World," he said. Otherwise, he would have Regrets. It seemed like the smarter choice to join the Legion in order to get a better understanding for their situation, but even his patience would run thin if this sort of thing happened all the time. "It would be a miracle to see how they get anything done around here."

He could suggest that the next time, they eat somewhere else to guarantee peace, but he catches himself. Thus begins the complications. For him, too, there is relief in seeing a familiar face here, especially one that, technically, he should never have seen again. It's more than relief, really—it's good to see him alive and well... but this already feels like a lie, and if there's anyone in his life that he'd been (mostly) truthful with, it was Gaelio. But what good would it do to be truthful with him here, now? He's not sure of the answer, so for now, he opts to keep a safe distance.

"You should probably get cleaned up," he says instead, taking off his own food-stained jacket.