"The cat." Which says a lot about his social life. Or lack thereof. All his friends in his squad died in the ambush that fucked up his eye and gave him his ptsd and made him all angry, etc, etc, oldest damn story. He doesn't wanna get into it.

The cat doesn't judge him though, so. Favorite.

He snags a beer and an apple and saunters on out, checking his notes and the book he'd used to summon her in the first place again. Food will make this make sense. "You made it appear so- if you're hungry you can grab whatever. My house is your house."