[ He laughs, brushing a few grains of rice off his cheek. ] Hungry?

[ He can't blame him for being ravenous. God knows they're both awful at tunnel vision and putting everything else aside in favour of work. That's the reason he's so strict about barriers between work and life, because otherwise he'd fucking die. ]

I'd celebrate you being ours for the next few days, but I'm guessing most of that time's going to be dedicated to sleeping. [ A pause. ] Let me handle breakfast tomorrow?

[ There will be breakfast in bed in the morning. That's the rules. ]