Hey, I have a new friend. I want to keep him safe. I like to keep my friends. [Though he doesn't think people who are his friends suffer the best fates. It's enough for him to add.] It might even spare me a few bad dreams to know you have that.

[He brings over a couple of cheap plates and forks liberated from a restaurant (he didn't really need a lot of silverware). He offers the leftver porkish meat chunk to the dog under the bed and gives the cat a piece of fish from his fridge to quiet her. Him. It.]

[He sits by Boone to eat, digging his heels in to lay back on a mass of pillows and blankets that serve as a decent back prop. He deems his work not too terrible, but still chases it with whisky.]