[It's really difficult saying no to those eyes. They're very unfair. He's only known Figaro for a handful of hours and Gepard feels as though he should be better at resisting sad eyes. He should be able to turn them down! But it's difficult. So, so difficult. Green had always been his favorite color.

Figaro (one day he'll have to get his real name) says that getting food from the food carts isn't changing much, which is...fair, yes, and the captain flushes a little as he says that - a mixture of guilt and self-awareness. This does bring up a good question, which is...

Just where the hell is he going to get his food from, if not the food carts? It almost sounds as if Figaro intends on cooking for him. Which is silly and absurd, as no one would go to that much effort for a stranger, even one they have an agreement with, not when they could just get takeout and call it a day. Well.

They can talk about that later. For now, Figaro raises a good point, and Gepard grimaces as it is late, and he should get some sleep, Figaro is right. Still.]

Your couch is fine. [This is accompanied by a shake of his head: yes to staying over, no to the bed.] I'll only need a quick nap, and then I can get back to my men and reassure them that I haven't died. [And then he can take a second nap in his office, and then get back to work, see? Everything's fine.]