[ Eren swats back, but whatever insult or quip he has dies out. Because insofar as he could put together, Zelos didn't really need much to survive at all— sleep, food, whatever. So it's obvious this was for him.

His eyes dart briefly to the ground with guilt, absently thumbing the gold thread with a little more care this time. A few beats of silence, then, ]

Thanks. For... all this.

[ He's antsy, and it shows; he picks up a piece of bread, tearing at it with all the grace of a kid that grew up fighting in streets and dicking around in barracks. And that's about it before he pushes his seat back. ] But I'm not really hungry— we can get going. [ ... ] If you can stand being seen with me in public, that is.