"No, he's just being down very deep in himself," Barba said, not worried precisely, and petted Jamie's head and tapped his side gently to urge him to stick to Barba's legs. "It's alright, it means he's trusting me to take care of the situation," and he leaned and kissed Hendrick's hair. "My greedy pets," he said, warm and fond as he picked up the food and neatly put the pizza boxes open on the coffee table, the wings next to the container of wet wipes, and the churros and soda at the other end.

Ivannya, flushed and smiling lazily now, followed him in and poured the drinks into plastic cups and passed them over. Jamie looked dazed and curled in close to Barba's legs, eating only when Barba started to feed him rather firmly, with gentle touches to his jaw.