There's a little Dairy Milk bar in the fridge that he tosses her way, along with the pretzels and a little whiskey. It's not like they can't afford all the junk in the minibar, so. Small blessings.

He clambers onto the bed and makes himself comfortable against the headboard amongst a pile of pillows, and kicks his boots off. Gotta get comfy before you bare your soul, you know.