"Oh. Thank you?" Hartley wanted to say that he didn't need him to make him anything, but he was still learning where he could get food and he hadn't been able to actually feel full in days now, so it was hard to protest. He sat down and watched James, fascinated by his... Everything, really. Seemed like he had too much personality for just one person somehow, too much charisma. And he had just met him.

"I'm doing fine." He was, for the most part. A given value of fine. He had repaired the printer and updated the computer at the centre, so he had been promised he could stay a while longer and there had even been mentions of possible payment, so that was good. "How about you?"