Gonou blinks, feeling something go tight in his chest at the startled pleasure on Jedao's face. It's such a little gift to get such a strong reaction; if he hadn't already been feeling a prickle of protectiveness at the way Jedao's curled up alone and hurting in his glossy room, he would be now.

"Of course," he murmurs, and reaches to gather up the food wrappers while he's at it. "And I can get these..."