Jesse hums his assent, watching Hanzo in silence a moment longer before he moves to sit up. It’s slow going—slower than it should be, thanks to a certain someone and his shotguns.

The elder vampire is right that they don’t have time to sit around. They could have been tracked here by now, and with Jesse in this state, feeding quickly is a priority. Then there’s deciding their next move. Choosing which thread to follow.

Still. Jesse watches Hanzo tie his hair up, and the small, innocuous movement reminds him of something else. Like the first piece of armor being fitted back into place after a moment’s reprieve. It’s not the best feeling, for the morning to have gone this way, but what was the alternative?

Jesse huffs a quiet laugh, shakes his head, then slips across the bed to get out on the same side Hanzo is sitting on. His hand rests on his sire’s shoulder, squeezing gently before he uses it as leverage to get himself standing.

“I vote breakfast first. Won’t be much good to anybody ‘til I eat.”