Doesn't he always? [ there's a small smirk, some of that grumpiness dissipating in the face of ... well, hana. an arm easily reaches for her, wrapping securely around her waist. the fact he isn't as grumpy anymore doesn't mean he won't be slightly dramatic about it, lower lip pushing down into something resembling a pout. ]
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I'm a starving, starving man.
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Want me to make you a sandwich?