[They are nothing if not determined, it seems. Rip closes his eyes briefly, huffing out a breath, something close to a laugh if one listens in just the right way. So often he can sink into his guilt, lose himself in the misery merited by his actions, his failures.

But even Rip Hunter is not always so self-absorbed as that.]

Not nearly as much as I should've. [A bit of a tart, a roll left behind by another person worried for Rip's well-being. A touch of tea to go with it.] I won't say no if you decide you'd like to fetch something from the kitchens for me.

[He should eat. Rip knows this. And better, Frisk has the chance to do something.

Such moments are precious in trying times.]