He enjoyed the quiet time, chuckling as she warned him. Rayner let himself take it easy- just to lean against her lightly, scarfing the food. He<i>did</i>slow down as he went, though that wasn't actually because of her request so much as because he started to curb the sharpness of his hunger, and decided to take his time to enjoy the moment. Seconds- and a smaller set of thirds. Rayner was no army, but he could eat, and he had some missed meals to make up for. He had no idea why she was spoiling him so, cooking it all without asking for any help, bringing everything to him in bed, practically fawning over him. And he'd come expecting her to be angry about him showing up, and holding a grudge about the the thing with Rafe still.<br/><br/>It was a nice chance to pause, but he supposed he couldn't have expected it to last. When she asked, he frowned, and finished slowly, letting himself lean into her and slowly chew down what he had before swallowing.<br/><br/>"That's... a lot of questions."<br/><br/>He sighed and thought about it all. It was a lot to go over. A lot he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about at all. For Celeste, he never could quite be sure when something like this would become a minefield. And he wasn't going to have her running away again. Maybe she had a sense of caution after this event but... could he really watch her run off looking for a way to take out her frustration again?<br/><br/>Not really. And tying her down wasn't really a very good solution. Not a very permanent one at least.<br/><br/>"The beginning I guess," he sighed, thinking about it, and wrapped an arm around her without thinking, pulling her closer.<br/><br/>"I've just... well, you know. How I can't sleep right sometimes."<br/><br/>Celeste would know about the nightmares- they woke him up often enough, even when she was there. He would have kept her in the dark about the nature of them as much as he could, since they started to get profound, become more than just a stage. But she'd know well enough that he woke up sweating and panicked at times, or just feeling out of sorts and sick to his stomach, and he'd given her a run over of what he'd been through once or twice. She almost certainly had suspicions... but finding out what they were and letting her know what really tore him from his sleep he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about just yet.<br/><br/>It wasn't really something he ever cared to talk about.<br/><br/>"Well, past two weeks I'd been waking up like that more and more. When I could sleep. It wasn't really easy, with that episode, and then suddenly you vanish and..." he made a face, but squeezed, settling her firmly against him in a 'not getting away' sort of fashion. "I was worried about you, all silent, and, well... y'know. Made it hard to sleep."<br/><br/>He sighed, and glared at the corner for a moment, puffing pout his frustration. It had been rather frustrating after all. The fact that it was hard to even talk about that stuff made it harder, and if she went and felt guilty about him not getting sleep in part because of her... words were hard.<br/><br/>So he just kissed her softly on the lips, giving her a little breathing room before continuing. The next thing... well, that...<br/><br/>"Y'know... I've kinda been thinking for a bit, about that. What we've got."<br/><br/>He made the frustrated face again, but after a few failed grasps for words he just smiled and snorted a little laugh.<br/><br/>"Well. Wanted to talk to you 'bout if maybe you'd like to... I'unno, make it a little easier to define?"<br/><br/><br/>...you'd think after the amount of time you'd spent in bed with a woman, after wrestling werewolves, dying and coming back, almost literally staring into the eye of oblivion, and having a punch out with a god, you could ask a girl to go steady without feeling like you were back in highschool again.<br/><br/>Never such luck.