Something about this irks him. Something he can't put his finger on, something... subtle, and he's not sure whether it's even something Kyle said, or if it's something about himself. Either way, it sits under his skin like a splinter, and some of that maybe manifests as frustration in his voice.

"I don't have a love hole."

Stubborn idiots trying not to feel a little hurt — apparently that's the theme of the day.

He hesitates, on the cusp of saying no thanks, I'm not hungry, but the concept of it only makes the splinter dig in deeper. He waffles, and then relents.

"Alright, I'll- get something. I'll be right back."

Maybe sitting at the same table while he picks at pudding he doesn't actually want is somehow the solution to whatever's happening here.