[It would take an act of terrible force to pry Paul away from Falco now, as he presses the still-warmed thermos of milk to the other boy's hand. It's real milk, not from powder, a precious luxury that's one of the benefits of his current residence.]

I haven't yet. I came to find you first.

[He hasn't been very hungry, lately, but he knows he needs to eat. That's easier in company, under the eyes of someone who cares about him.]

Don't worry about warming it. I wasn't looking for you that long. I had an idea of where you'd be.

[He squeezes Falco's hand in a gentle pulse.]