[ jaejin moves, and vie watches him even as he pushes himself up to sit, reaching out to help steady the board until it's sitting mostly flat on the bed. as he speaks, vie knows jaejin means well. he's always taken such good care of him as it is, but he's been extra attentive lately, eyeing the parfait and the bread before reaching out to take the coffee. it's warm, and he savors that, gaze focused on jaejin over the rim of the cup. ]

Do you want to try it first? We can share it if it's as good as she says. [ and it probably is considering how good the food always is. ] I'm glad you've been making friends, though. Does that mean you like it here?

[ it's not an important question, exactly, but it is something vie wants to know. perhaps for future reference or for another time that isn't filled with such cold memories of death and hiding to stay safe. and while he considers that, he drinks almost a third of the coffee before taking part of the bread. if he'd thought jaejin was in the mood, he might offer to feed him some of it; he can only hope that he likes the parfait enough to want to share it with him. ]

If you don't, it's alright. There are plenty of other places to visit.