Wren let Adam take the brush from him easily, his attention suddenly taken by the amazing smelling concoction in the bowls placed on the table. His tummy grumbled in response to the smells and he reached down absently to rub at it, used to being hungry. He took the fork and did as he was told because good boys were obedient boys, sitting and then poking at the food cautiously, like it would be taken from him once he'd started eating it.
The faint tugging at his hair made his empty stomach tighten in fear, an age old reaction, but it wasn't to hurt him at all. It felt nice in fact, so much so that he had to remind himself he'd been told to eat. He speared some of the pasta on the fork and brought it to his mouth, almost going cross-eyed to keep looking at it, the smell even better close up. "That feels good." he hummed as Adam brushed at his hair, tilting towards the touch. "And these clothes and you made me a dinner." he pointed out. He reached out the hand not currently occupied by fork and curled it over Adam's knee to connect them again. "I want to do things for you, so you feel like this too." he said before he took a bite. His mouth tingled with the best food he'd had since the train, even if it was hot, and he made a happy little noise with his mouthful, looking at Adam with shock.