He glances up to see her looking far more comfortable than usual, her wet hair and secret smile pulling his own mouth into a grin. It's not something he's aware of--after all, it's not quite as obvious as a victory dance--but it warms him, makes him look less like something unattainable and beautiful and more like a human being.

There is so much that's awful about being human. And then there's this, which is alien and exhilarating, and somehow satisfies a hunger in him he didn't know was there at all.

"I found four options." He turns the laptop towards her. "If we order now we can get something in before two."