Re: Shiloh & Kit: the B&B sitting room
Shiloh would've continued to appear for breakfast until Kit did emerge from his cocoon of a room within the haunted B&B. It was no hardship, truly, since Shiloh had a distaste for diner food that trumped a great many things in his life. He usually cornered Mal into feeding him, but he'd been avoiding Mal's shop (and the apartments above it) until the other man groveled sufficiently; the groveling threshold had not yet been met. And so coming to the B&B for breakfast was nothing difficult.
Luckily, as stated, Kit did emerge that particular morning. He looked as unkempt as Shiloh remembered, though his memories of the early days in the hospital bed were fuzzy. But he recalled Kit walking in and out, all amid seizures severe enough to shake the frame of the hospital bed. He recalled the man entering while he, Shiloh, was learning to hold a spoon again, while learning to work his tongue correctly for speech. Truthfully, this bothered Shiloh as much as the prospect of being turned into the authorities; the vulnerable way Kit had seen him. Shiloh had no desire to be considered vulnerable by anyone, anywhere, ever.
And so he followed Kit into the dining area, and he was seated in a broad-sprawled slouch by the time Kit approached with his questionable coffee in hand. He, himself, had nothing edible or drinkable on the table yet.
Kit spoke, and Shiloh motioning toward the serve-yourself buffet that was the mainstay of the B&B's dining room. "Feel free to serve me something, if you'd like." Shiloh smiled a scythe-cut and smirking smile. "On your tab, of course."