"Thanks," he responds, a bit dazed by the contact, as second-nature as it might have been to the other man. Perhaps it had been the alcohol, but the warm press of the other man against him... Maybe it's best that it had happened too quickly for Faolan to think of what to do in return.

"Merry Christmas to you as well," he responds himself, moving to start setting the futon up as a bed rather than the sofa they've been using it as for the last few hours. He glances at the other man, obviously hesitating over something before deciding to just out with it. "Thank you. For the machine. For the food. For letting me stay here. Over the holidays, and..." In general. God, what's he saying. He should just let the poor man sleep. He shakes his head. "Sorry. Never mind. It's getting late. You can just go to bed. I've got this."