"Huh." He keeps playing with Lev's hair. "I have powers too but I'm not my own species, people of any species can be Force-users." 

Sasha would glare at him if he didn't eat. 

"...I need to get food, does Milliways do room service?"

"No idea." He gets up and hands Lev his clothes. 

Oh no, clothes are terrible.

"I'll get something and bring it back?"

"Yeah." He kisses Lev's cheek and then his forehead. "Go eat food." 

Lev comes back carrying two trays.

"I asked the bar for the thing that you'd like to eat the most," he says, "although I don't recognize any of it."

His own tray is a taco salad with lots of guacamole. 

His is a whole bunch of fruit that Lev would never have seen before. "I haven't had any of this since I was ten," and he's smiling, still, but it's quieter. 

Kiss.

"I'm sorry."

Kiss! "Why? I get to have it again." 

"I'm sorry about whatever it was that means you didn't get to have it before?"

He's inhaling the taco salad.

"You're so sweet." 

Kiss. "I try."

It is an enormous quantity of taco salad but he seems on track to eat all of it.

Seku is aware that humans do not usually eat that much but he has no idea how much mutants eat, possibly this is normal for Lev's species and either way he's not going to comment. 

What if Lev eats and gently touches Seku's scars at the same time?

Then Seku will put down what's left of what looks like a violently blue dragonfruit and close his eyes and go quiet. 

Not unhappy. Just quiet. 

Cheek kiss. 

"What's up?"

"Just that I usually don't show people these." Cheek kiss. "You don't have to stop." 

"I don't want to distract you from eating."

"I don't usually eat much at a time, I'll pick it up again." 

"Okay." He keeps touching them. "You don't have to tell me, but I'm curious where they're from."

Does he go into this? It's probably better than continuing to not go into this. 

"I was enslaved for — not quite half of my life, at this point. He was not always kind." 

Lev yanks his hand back like it was burned. 

"I've been free for four years. He's dead, I murdered him. You still don't have to stop." 

"Good." 

He touches the lekku instead.

Mmm. He doesn't actually object to having his lekku touched but he doesn't know how he feels about Lev avoiding his scars. He curls up against Lev's side.