[ Instead of taking the fork from Rufus and feeding himself, Tseng leans over and takes the bite offered to him. Admittedly, the eggs weren’t the best, but he was extremely limited in what ingredients and seasonings he could use. He’s fairly certain nobody in the house used the kitchen regularly despite there being food in the small refrigerator.

His eyes flutter closed when Rufus reaches his hand up to run his fingers through Tseng’s hair, small smile on his lips. There’s something so intimate about the smallest action, maybe because he doesn’t let anybody else near his hair… or maybe because he doesn’t let anyone else this close to him at all. ]

You know me well.

[ He leans back against the headboard, stretching his legs out in front of him. ]

I would also like to get some clothes that are more tailored to my size, maybe a new suit. [ A pause ] And I’d like to stop by the grocery, too. That kitchen is painfully bare… I’m not sure how the three of you managed to feed yourselves.