He pushes me away, not without gentleness - but it's still a barrier he sets between us, one he won't break. "There's nothing wrong, Jai, I'm just not hungry. And I don't want us to fight."
"You're never hungry! You hardly eat, and only keep getting thinner. Do you seriously believe you need to lose any more weight? Do you seriously believe this is normal, healthy?" I hold up his arm, wrist between my fingers - so slim, so fragile, so skinny. "You have an eating disorder, and need help. Please, get help, please, take care of yourself, or let me take care of you. Let me in, DaoShi, let me help."
He breaks free from my hands and marches back to the sofa, grabs the bowl I set aside, downs the soup in record time.
"There," he yells, and I shudder. "Are you happy? I've eaten, I've done what you wanted, can I be allowed to go to bed, now?"