“A little…” And honestly, he did. At least in that small, valuable way that a good shower could make anything feel just a little bit better. He returned scrubbed and pink and dressed in warm, clean pajamas.

He sits at the table across from Jake, eyes falling on the stack of toast between them. His stomach grumbled at the sight, and he suddenly remembered he hadn’t eaten all day. It felt wrong, after everything, to just eat. He didn’t know how much normalcy he was supposed to allow himself. The scratch across his stomach still itched.

“Looks good, Jake. Thanks for making all this.”