[Weirdly enough, even though Eddie thinks it would bore him, he'd rather he did talk about his work more. It gave him less time to say other things. Like them having a family and how Waylon will be so good at caring for their children, he's seen how good he is with them after all.

With his boys... Waylon swallows down any thoughts of them for now. Getting upset won't make things any easier for him here. That much he's figured out. His head lifts from where he's started to stare off at his dinner absently, blinking a bit owlishly.]

My measurements? Oh... guess I can't stay in this hospital gown forever. I could give you my clothing sizes.

[Though Waylon wonders if they would be accurate now. He's definitely lost weight since coming here. Not that Eddie is starving him or anything, but his appetite hasn't been the best with his injuries and the pain.

He doesn't question the bath, a bath sounds divine honestly. He's been kept down here for weeks and while Eddie has done a little clean up here and there, with a warm washcloth and hands that still surprise him with how gentle they can be... it's not the same as a shower or bath. Being able to wash his hair would be so wonderful.]

Hm... I didn't see it that way, she was a kind young woman who helped them be better. Took care of them.

[Let's be real, Snow White was still a child too, but shh we won't talk about that. Waylon eats a little more, mopping up the gravy on his plate with his chicken.]

She'd lost everything and just wanted to live, they gave her that safe place to do that.

[Deep discussions of Disney princesses in the Gluskin household.]