[He almost hates the surge of happiness he feels when he sees Kravitz smile, the way his heart feels full and his stomach feels tight when he sees him. It's not that he dislikes being happy, or seeing him, it's just the utter lack of control that happens when he does it. Like Kravitz has power over him, like he could get him to do anything, but he... doesn't. Kravitz is kind to him, is simply happy to have him in his presence.

It's everything he needs right now, and he's afraid the weariness shows on his face below the ever-lazy look.]

Krav, we all know nothing you just settled into is gonna be warm. But, as usual, I am prepared to make that sacrifice.

[He pushes his way in, leaning into Kravitz' arms just a bit when he passes. He wants to ask for this, something saccharine and close, but he just doesn't know how.]

I uh, I brought some food or whatever. Don't know if you're operating on having to be super alive now or anything but thought, y'know, your first act here being starving to death would totally suck.