"No, we haven't."

There was a lot more that he wanted to say, to tell him. How difficult the idea of visiting the cat cafe was now, since seeing Yuuri there working without being able to ask if he could try to make him something to eat when he got home was hard. It was so sentimental and useless that he'd have laughed at himself if he hadn't been so scared that meetings like this would cease entirely with their different gods and goddesses.

And it was in no way an imposition or any weakness in Yuuri, but he wasn't really sure how to express that he simply liked him and worried about his comfort without sounding creepy. Instead, he reached a little further and brushed his fingertips against Yuuri's for a moment, the butterflies there fluttering around them both and seeming happy for the disturbance.

"You can come here any time you like. Emizel won't mind, and I don't go many places. I should probably try to find a job, though. Is the cafe looking for help?"

Because he thought he might like that job, and Bastet's temple probably counted as experience.