[He's halfway to argument, I don't mind cleaning — but Cy soothes all protest out of him with the path of that hand, words intimating more forethought than he was prepared to demonstrate in his own hastiness. The promise of a few days in Cy's room is enough to buoy him through impatience. With no small amount of reluctance, he levers himself to sit upright.]

A few hours. I'll shower and bring over something to eat. I found a kitchen to use, but I won't do that myself tonight. [He wouldn't want to impress upon Sizhui's generosity on such short notice.] Next time. [Solemnly as a vow.]

Then, I'll see you later.