"I do, don't I," he said, eyes flashing promisingly. His entire body reacted to the gentle smack, and he pushed it down. Food and talking first, then shagging. "I'm not worrying, promise." And he wasn't. If he were, there would be piles of baked goods in the kitchen, just moving in or not.
"I'm not home much more than you are, and I'll be fine here. You've made sure I'm as protected as I can be so now it's your turn to stop worrying, okay?"
He happily cuddled against Ronan, finding the closeness and warmth far more interesting than food. But he needed to eat, so made sure to take a good amount of the shrimp and vegetables. "Me too. It's nice, being just us."