What Tiras would observe was Snake scooping the contents of their plates into a Pyrex bowl with a lid. Once he sealed the lid on it, he simply tucked the bowl into the fridge so he could eat the contents later. After that, he put the two plates and their utensils in the sink and turned on the water, letting it run to get hot before giving them a quick wash. Sure, he had a dishwasher, but Snake tended not to let his dishes pile up and just wash them as they were used.

He blinked, looking over to Tiras. How sad that he didn’t have people he could talk to. Snake decided he’d happily be one such person for Tiras. If Tiras wanted that, that is. It sounded like he did.

“I do feel a pull,” he informed while washing the plates. “It’s hard to describe, exactly. I find you wildly attractive. I think about you a lot. But it’s not… overwhelming? Like it doesn’t stop me from functioning like a normal human person.”