Caesar stiffened momentarily -- he hadn't heard those words from Albert in as long as he could remember. A small smile passed across his lips as he passed the cup of soup to his brother. "No problem."

He sat down on the floor beside the bed, leaning against the nightstand and drawing his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and laid his head on one knee, watching Albert as if he were sure he would disappear on him as soon as he looked away. "Sorry," he said, his smile turning apologetic. "I'm not much of a cook, even if I've had to do it for myself for a while, now." And then he was quiet, content to be in the company of his brother even if the situation was painful to the both of them.

"Let me know if there's anything else, okay?" He said, voice barely above a whisper.