Kevin has shucked some of his layers, by the time she's come out. Boots neatly placed by the bed, overshirt folded and put into his bag. He's sitting there in a tank top - unstable molecules, of course, since it's the only thing he can wear - and his jeans. His gloves are on the bedside table. It's probably the least amount of clothes anyone save his doctor has seen him in.

He's twisting his wedding ring on his finger, deep in thought. When she says something, he blinks and looks up at her. Seeing her smile, he relaxes a little, and grabs his clothes and the special towels he has to take everywhere with him - look, dissolving hotel towels is as bad as stealing them in his opinion.

Then, he disappears into the bathroom, leaving the other ring box on his bed. The ring on her finger had been designed by him too. Twisted wire around the gem of her choice with a hammer and anvil etched into band. It'd been a little archaic, his choice of design - letting people know she was his - but the design, with twisted platinum and yellow gold, had turned out beautiful.

But the ring in the box on his bed... that's different. A simple plan silver band, she's probably seen the technology around the Mansion. It's a suppressor. It'll negate his ability to dissolve organic matter with a touch. Leaving it on his bed... Kevin can't make that choice. He wants her to decide.

Coming back out, he's towel drying his hair, feeling like ten pounds of road dirt is finally off of him. "Did you want to order food or anything?"