Oh, Huaisang thinks, Fitz sure does vault over his awkward shoulder-patting phase with impressive speed. After days without sleep, stalked around town by some thing in his brother's shape, it's all Huaisang can do to not immediately collapse into the warmth of another person (and wolf). He almost doesn't hear all of Fitz's words properly for all his other distractions, but mm, a man with a heart, yes— yes, it's precisely that sensitivity that gets him in trouble, indeed.

Give him a few seconds then, to catch up with this; with going from sobbing out his unexamined fears to pressed into this box of warmth and overeager wolf fondness and words like I think you're brave, Huaisang. Whew! He definitely doesn't have the heart to point out how bold it is to suddenly call him Huaisang, so - he just won't. No, he'd rather give Nighteyes an affectionate scritch of his own, although, you know, more delicately. He sniffles.

"Is there a fourth option, besides gambling and drinking and crying?" Wryly; really, is there another option, please let him know. He can only think of "killing a whole bunch of monsters" to add to this list, and that's - not it, for sure. "You're kind to say so, anyway..."

To the door he tuts lightly and calls, "Leave it there," without thinking, forcing the shake out of his voice so his Sect Leader tone can be heard more clearly (although with room service, it's more like his Second Young Master tone, but never mind). He's not all that hungry to begin with, and if he moves to pop this bubble of serenity he fears he might start bawling all over again, so - the dinner can wait a few minutes.

...Ah, and, "You two do have very good hearing, huh."