"Brought ya somethin'." There's a steaming cup held between his palms, kept warm by his ever-present heat. Lea's not entirely sure /where/ the need to bring Ienzo cocoa came from, but it's late and he's feeling kind so he's going to offer it up anyway. Maybe he just wanted to do something useful, rather than wander the Castle like a wraith. He never sleeps when he stays here. "Hope it's okay. What'cha doin', anyway?"
Curled up on a sofa tucked away into a secluded corner of the library, Ienzo sits with a book—uncharacteristically closed—on his lap. He’s so deep in thought he fails to notice Lea until the redhead is right there. Not used to people coming up to his space, or what he’s come to think of as his, Ienzo startles at Lea’s voice but he recovers quickly. (Ienzo has his own bedroom in the Castle, the very same he used to sleep in when he was a child. They moved his personal belongings, few as they are, there soon after they discovered it. He’s barely set foot in there since. If he hasn’t passed out over his work in the study, he usually sleeps here.) For a moment he wonders if there’s an ulterior motive, but maybe, just maybe, Lea’s doing it just because he can do it. Because unlike before, an act of kindness just for the sake of being kind isn’t meaningless. “—Oh.” He accepts the cocoa with a small nod. “Thank you. You didn’t need to.”
He takes a sip of the cocoa. It’s almost too hot and almost too sweet, and he’s quick to take another sip, bigger this time. It’s so good it makes Ienzo’s toes curl a little, and it draws a content smile out of him.
“Nothing of importance. Just reading,” he replies, then glances down at the closed book in his lap. He shakes his head. “Or thinking, really.” He hasn’t even noticed how late it’s gotten, or how lonely the empty library is. After a brief consideration, Ienzo pats the seat beside him. “…Join me?”
