It doesn't take him long. He really had kept as much of the tea as possible, opting for caffeine withdrawl rather than detract from the supply. Just in case. A little bit of hope.

Tea, some leftover noodles from Mako... and the pile of blankets he's amassed on the couch. He has to balance the food container, and juggle the blankets under one arm, but it'll work.

And when he returns, it's with a tired smile. The relief still evident in every feature - as if he'd secretly been worried he'd come back to an empty room.

"Here. Swear I didn't make these - Mako brought them over."