"Not an easy thing to do," he sympathized. He wouldn't and couldn't change that aspect of his personality, though he had certainly mellowed quite a bit. Part of him did wonder how Reid would fare if Rossi got particularly cantankerous while convalescing. It wasn't that he had it in his head to purposely be argumentative, if the situation arose, but he was sure he'd do something he shouldn't be doing yet -- he knew himself well enough to admit that -- and not be pleasantly acquiescent.

"She promised me there's no tofu in this," he said. Still, there was a skeptical look on his face as he brought the fork to his mouth and took a bite. It wasn't of the same caliber as his homemade lasagna, but it was decent. Better than he'd been expecting. He'd already thanked her, of course, but he'd make it a point to tell her that he enjoyed it, too.

Once the movie started, he felt even more...right about his decision. It was easy to feel that way when they weren't talking, when the movie gave him a chance to think and reflect. Halfway into the film, he let his arm graze Reid's, the slightest of touches, just testing it for now.