"I'm gonna have to get it drycleaned anyway," he says with a laugh, and the sudden reminder that that will cost him money is a daunting one. In Henrietta, money wasn't exactly an object to him, and while he's in school, all his laundry service is covered with the rest of his fees, from his stipend. But it's six weeks of neither of those things, and he realizes that he can't just write home and ask for a check.

He says nothing, just strips and methodically folds everything as he sets it aside, and then joins Proko in the shower, with his coffee. He sips it between peppering Proko's shoulders and neck with kisses.