He kept stroking her hair, eyes warm, not quite lust, shaded more toward the care he felt for her.
Then he watched her go and grinned, swallowing at her stretch.
"Sure, go ahead!"
He was not thinking about the fact that he had gone shopping earlier and not put everything away. In the bag on the kitchen counter next to the fridge were a few things he got just because he had always been told to be prepared. Lube, condoms, wipes.
Along with comic books, of course. And books, and code books.
The fridge itself held beer, and soda, and water, and a packed food section.