Kyle laughed a little, leaning back in his seat. He smiled at the waiter, with a nod. "Well, I was planning on having some hot-wings," he said with a shrug, "I wouldn't mind you eating, anyhow."
What he almost said and didn't was that if Jay wanted to get rid of him, well, he'd move. Because Kyle didn't ever expect people to want his company and it was easy for him to think that Jay was just being polite at this point.
"What were you going to order, sir?" the waiter asked, glancing between them.