Now he can focus. He lifts his head slightly, suddenly and completely conscious in the way of which he was once capable when his survival depended on it. But it doesn't now. And he's looking at a kitten curled up on his chest, and the full implications of this begin to make themselves clear to him.

What she's done. What this means.

He lifts a hand, not quite sure if he can pet the kitten yet, if they're that well acquainted, but operating mostly on instinct. He looks up at Beth, not quite grinning, still trying to process.

A kitten. She's gotten him a kitten.

"You seriously fuckin'..."