Cinnamon rolls, what. Owen abruptly realizes that he is starving -- perhaps the successful steps forward, plus the notion of leaving the hospital soon, has given him some of his appetite back -- and proceeds to bite off half of a cinnamon roll in one mouthful. One is enough for now, but damn, if it doesn't taste good.

He chews while she talks, nodding in absolute appreciation for what she's talking about. They can't get back there fast enough. Owen firmly believes that they'll all be better off in comfortable, familiar surroundings, especially Blue and Omega. At least they're moving in the right direction. And as he finishes off his cinnamon roll and Gwen steps closer to him, he settles a hand not holding coffee on her arm, catching her just for a minute.

"Yeah. I will." He's actually spent very little time with Blue already. Everything he's been doing is important, but suddenly he realizes what an absence he's displayed. Not ideal for an Alpha. "But whatever can be left for someone else, should. I know how tough that is, believe me, but I want her out of here."