Nanami's eyes close, and his free hand tenses up. He forces himself to breath evenly, and once he opens his eyes, he watches the stir fry as a steady reminder. It's not safe to... do anything else.

His hand skims along Haibara's back as the other man turns around. Nanami wraps his arm around Haibara, above the shirt, as he looks down at Haibara. Another swallow. "Shall we eat?"