When she pulled him in, he half expected some bit of violence, and not the kind he enjoyed. He thought he deserved it. But instead, what came was a licking, which drew a shudder from him. Even if he knew she was pissed, his neck was sensitive, and there was just no changing his physical reaction to certain sensations.  However, when the wall ends up being a surrogate for her anger, he whimpers--not in the sexy way--and wordlessly retreats to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Although nothing could make him feel lucky at this moment, he really was for the fact that Erica had cared enough to get food delivered to the place. Which just made him feel worse. In the background, he could hear Erica going off on Cass, which made him wince. Not for the first time, he wondered if he had made the right decision.<br/><br/>Not wanting to disobey Erica when she was so upset, realizing he really would need the energy, and that actually cooking something was not a good idea right now, he decides to satiate himself with two apples.  He loved fruit, and all that fructose may be why he tastes so sweet. And where does he eat? Curled up in a corner of the kitchen, trying to stay out of sight and out of mind.