"Good." That settled it. Demyx was staying with him in the Welcome House, come hell or high water.

The cowboy pulled back, but kept his hand on Demyx' elbow. A sort of anchor, mostly for Jed but if it helped both of them, then why not? He grinned and nodded.

"Oh sure, jus' my food. Well come on. Nothin' better than home cooked, and no better home cooked 'en mine."

It was familiar. And he had sorely missed it, just seeing his friend had filled something he was still trying to place. "Come on, ya look skinnier 'en a rail."