"He'll appreciate you looking out for him even more," she smiles, getting up and gathering up the empty plates.

"You've had a long day. You're probably exhausted and I'm here keeping you up," Iris snorts, shaking her head. She brings the plates to the kitchen and comes back with a pillow and an armful of quilts that nearly dwarfs her. "The apartment's usually pretty warm at night, but I brought extra for a bed for Alfredo, and in case you get chilly."