Thank you. [He murmurs it as he presses his face against Makkachin's fur, using the dog as something of a shield from the ridiculous amount of kindness he's been shown thus far. Why was Victor going out of his way to do this? He barely remembered what had happened the night they'd met, and what he DID remember was a train wreck of legendary proportions. One that he would dwell on forever, he was sure.

When it came time to crawl into bed he was still thinking way too hard about this, his feet poking from under the covers toward the heater. The rest of the house was frigid by now and he could hear the wind blowing more snow right up against the house. He shuddered to think just how much had accumulated out there by now.

It was during this line of thought that he heard the door between his and Victor's room open, and he sighed upon the motion of his bed signalling the arrival of one (1) massive poodle settling down on top of the covers right up against the backs of his knees. Still, he reached a hand down blindly to hold out to Makkachin in acknowledgement of his arrival before he went back to dozing. He's not really considering that Victor has been left alone. Or that the man would follow after his dog to find him.]