Tom only hummed in response. He loosely wrapped his arms around Henrik and rested his chin on the younger man’s shoulder. Worriedly gnawing on his lower lip, Henrik chose to attend his cooking before anything else, lest the all the food burned. It took him a while but he finished eventually. He wandlessly set the table and urged Tom to sit down, plopping down on his lap right after. Henrik ran a hand through Tom’s hair, smiling when the man leaned into his touch.