"Yeah, yeah," Capochin grumbles, but there's no venom to it. He slowly eats his soup and drinks his tea, letting the steam break down some of the fog in his head.

So this is what it feels like to be loved. He'd nearly forgotten, in all this time. It feels so, so nice.

Finally, Capochin lays down and starts to actually go to sleep.

"Hey Hector?" He mumbles.