[Food? Food?! She wasn't even hungry—Wait, she was always hungry, wasnt' she? Maybe she ate before the party, but either way! Zero needed to get his head checked and fast. Gazing at Zero with a thoughtful look to her back, Diva pondered his not so strange behavior.
Maybe he…
Furrowing her brow, Diva took a step closer to Zero, wanting to touch that rigid back, wanting to lay her cheek against it and wrap her arms tight around him and make sure he was truly warm and not the cold icicle he was pretending to be.
Taking another step forward, Diva remembered that Zero didn't like touch, didn't like being put on the spot or made to repeat himself. But Diva didn't really care because this was Zero. She couldn't just leave him like that.
And another step brought her in arm's length and there she stopped, suddenly remembering a kiss and a touch on Zero's cheek and the cruel way she had laughed at him. That—That wasn't her! But she… couldn’t shake it from her mind.
Lightly brushing Zero's back with her fingertips, Diva spoke, her voice distant, and a little flustered, but…]
Uh, sure. Did you want anything? Since I know you won't eat unless I bring you something.