As much as Lucas didn't want to put a damper on their outing, but anxiety over how John would react ate away at his mind...And his appetite. He subconsciously followed John with his eyes until he was out of sight, eyes then falling to the platter; food piled high. His hearing decided to tune back in, just in time to finish hear what Shift was saying.<br/>"Haha, suit yourself"<br/>Of course Shift wouldn't be hungry. Most people can't finish one plate, let alone two. Lucas just had an ungodly stomach that demanded ridiculous amounts of food. It didn't really matter what type of food...Though he was lucky to be in a place that specialized in culinary art.<br/>But even as he was heaping food onto his plate, his stomach didn't respond in the usual grumble but rather with a queasy feeling.<br/>He should've expected that.<br/><br/>Lucas twisted his fork within his fingers, poking at the food as if prodding it would make his stomach feel less nauseous. His lips-for a split second-twisted downwards, eyes furrowing. Lucas was well aware that this was a trail, something that would probably never affect him in this current life, but it still worried him nonetheless. The second it was over he would move on, symbolically shutting the door to this chapter of his life while simultaneously opening a new one.<br/>But for now, Lucas needed to stop worrying about himself. Shift was someone who was giving him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Lucas wanted to do his best to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable of worrying about him.<br/>And so he stabbed into that sausage, waving it in the air with a smile. Putting his anxious thoughts away for another time so he could enjoy this moment.