[His fingers brush Crow's when he accepts the bowl and he smiles. The table is more civilized, but the couch is fine now and then so he joins Crow amiably, sitting with him and tucking into the meal with enthusiasm.

It's nice, being like this. He really can't get over how it doesn't seem quiet real, having Crow back. He hasn't considered or noticed it, but it's definitely part of his drive to be closer, close enough to touch now and then, affirming reality, that this isn't a dream.]

This is really good.

[Another compliment, sincerely meant, as he devours dinner sitting next to the guy he wasn't sure he'd even see again, sometimes.]

You could probably start a restaurant with recipes like this.