Tim wasn't really sure where the barb about counting came from, but he did agree that their chicken was fairly delicious. He was curious when Harry turned back toward the counter. He couldn't see what Harry had taken and tucked inside the duffel, but he figured it was just some toy or something that Harry needed to feel safe. It hardly mattered, so long as Harry was still coming home with him.
When he came back to stand next to Tim, his comment confused Tim. 'Sweetheart?' Where had that come from? Tim tried not to dwell on it too much and offered Harry a warm smile, before leading the other man out the apartment and down to the Lobby. There was a taxi waiting outside, right where Tim had left it, and they hopped in. It took five minutes, and they were at the drive thru for KFC. "What do you want, Harry?"