Even something as simple as putting food away is more than S really wants to deal with right now, reminded of just how exhausted he is. That's all the more reason, though, to get it taken care of as quickly as possible, so they can go relax together again, preferably without any more crying this time. If it happens, it happens, and he does expect that there will be more of that in their future, but there's been enough of it for one night. These past few days, it's been hard to predict what turns the mood will take, what might prompt one or the other of them to fall apart, and S knows that it's with good reason and that they're important conversations to have, but all the same, they could do with a break. Whether back on the couch or in bed, he just wants to hold his boyfriend and be held for a while, until he can fall asleep again.

"I think so, too," he agrees, turning to open and peer into a cabinet, retrieving a container from inside it. "Here, this should do for the samgyetang. I'll make some room in the fridge." It's hardly packed full or anything, but even so, crossing to it and pulling the door open, he sets a few things aside so they can fit their leftovers in neatly. As much as he may not usually order to excess like this when getting food out, in this case, he thinks, it was very much worth it. He wouldn't have wanted to have to cook, they're a bit more comfortable in terms of money now that J has decided to stay here, and it's nice, really, to do something a little bit special. Besides, it's good to know there's a restaurant nearby where they can get good food like they would have gotten back home.