Alfons was confused for a moment, but then, a soft smile on his face, he removed the taco that he himself had been eating and offered the rest of his food to Vergil. "I had a lot, so I'm not too hungry; if you're hungry after yours, feel free to have some of mine?" There wasn't anything at all to apologize for, in the blond's opinion; sometimes people forgot to eat, particularly when preoccupied. And it wasn't like he couldn't get some more if he was hungry.

"That sounds good to me," he assented to the other's plan, "I'm going to be going to a friend's room to fix up his arm, but after that I'll go straight to your room. Please wait for me until then?" Though, no matter how much he tried to hide it, Alfons's smile only got a little wider, happiness dancing in his eyes. Someone who didn't have any connection with him was letting him come along! He was being useful, to an extent! A small part of his mind told him how utterly pathetic that was, but the rest of him didn't care too much.

Therefore, Vergil was caught in a crossfire of moe between Alfons's happiness and Miku's own when the two of them caught their gazes. Miku waved, and Alfons happily waved back, beckoning her over to them if she felt like coming; after what happened last night, Alfons was still a little worried that she might not be completely all right. Only one way to check for certain, right?