[He hums and stands back up to let Victor take the heater, following behind at a distance. it's nice, he thinks, watching Victor doing normal human things. Like a normal human being. On some level he knows that's just what the guy is, but when you look at someone through layers of hero worship for more than a decade it just makes witnessing it a little more jarring.

When the heater is set up, he kneels to scratch and ruffle Makkachin's face. He gets a lick for his trouble.] Are you sure you wouldn't rather have it in your room? I mean I know you have a bunch of blankets but still.