"Two or three... I think. I dunno, whatever." He shakes his head. Not important at this point. He'll figure out the living situation thing when he has no choice but to figure it out, personally.

He nods his agreement with that idea. Thai does sound good. "All right," he finds a place on the menu card and calls, taking cues from Mark for half of the order and giving his own answers for the rest.

He tosses the phone on the table beside the bed and looks back over at Mark. Two months? Living together? How the hell is he supposed to survive that, when Mark can feel every single thing he feels?