"You have a blanket?" Ezra asked, suddenly wondering if he had an entire secret room. Oh right, that blanket. It would help if Ezra bothered to make his bed most days. Even when he did he just put his comforter over everything and tried to smooth it out a bit. He was terrible at making the bed and cleaning in general. Ezra still did his best, just because it was important to himself to show that he could live in non-squalor.
"Do you...want. socks?" It wasn't entirely impossible. After all, Ezra frequently had the urge to arrange things in a completely nonsensical manner. He'd had stranger urges than to collect socks. It also wasn't like he didn't have enough socks to go around. Everytime he went shopping he almost obsessively bought underwear and socks. It wasn't that he had brought a ton of them to Halcyon, but he'd gone out shopping and had bought many more. Clothes were the one thing he really excessed with. Everything else he kept to a minimum. It probably was all those years of travel and the fact that he lived in a small cabin that was not magically going to expand if he kept buying things.
Now, he was no expert in human behavior. Or anyone's behavior for that matter, but he would venture to say that Kenzei was more used to being Rudra than the other way around. He almost opened his mouth to immediately ask him too if he liked cat food, but he'd seen him eat the things he gave him, so he could only assume yes. What Ezra fed himself certainly wasn't any better than what he was feeding him. It was a wry thought, but a true one. He stuck the bandage over his wound after applying a little neosporin.