[He nods, settling into crushing the bread into crumbs in a plastic bag after digging one out of a box in the cupboard. He glances back at Victor in the middle of it, smiling faintly. Domestic, and weirdly cute. They lapsed into comfortable silence after that and he was able to concentrate on coating the fish cutlets, set the rice to cook and finally prepare a pan in which to cook the fish. He had to linger near the stove to keep an eye on everything, but it was good for clearing his head.]