Once Pete was settled against the pillows, Vegas swapped out the bowl Pete ate from for the untouched one. It wasn't hot, but it wasn't so cold he couldn't eat it. Before he scooped up the first spoonful, he gave Pete a curious look.

"Alright," he agreed with a nod. He could help Pete get to the bath and a nice, hot soak would probably do them both some good for the lingering muscle aches. While he didn't rush, Vegas didn't take very long to eat. When he finished, he set the spoon in the empty bowl and put them aside. He got up from the bed and started to rummage through the clothes Pete bought for them.

"What do you want to wear?" That would be one nice thing about having a place of their own: not having to get dressed in the bathroom. Vegas might be a little too used to being able to walk around his space nude.