Kyle was receptive, sure - but it wasn't like Sigma was Akane. He expected a degree of coldness, and returned it with his own. ...After all, the last time he'd talked with his father - not 'Sigma', the 22 year old - he'd been heavily berated and locked in his room. Maybe it was unreasonable that he was still cold and bitter, but K didn't care. (It didn't mean he didn't want his father to live, though. Bitter or not, liability or not, Sigma mattered.)

"Not very much, admittedly," He replied - offering a bruised fruit and what might have been some sort of boxed food - although the box seemed a bit too damaged to have the proper label on it. He wasn't quite sure about it, so far, but he figured it was necessary to grab what he could find.

He's at least fast to offer some food to the other. Whoop.