It had only taken about a half hour for Undertaker to make a meal for Grell, but the food had come out quite well. He made him a medium sized steak with potatoes to go along with it. Had Undertaker not been knowledgeable about medical things, he might have tried to feed Grell more, but he knew that his body would have to get used to eating regularly again.

"Mmmh~! This food is amazing~!" Grell cooed, admiring the food. He had only eaten about half of the regular sized portion, and he was already full, but he ate just a bit more. He wasn't used to having this much food all to himself, so he didn't want to leave any of it to waste. "Can I put the rest of this in your fridge and eat it when I'm hungry again?" he asked, to which Undertaker, of course, said yes.

By the time he was done eating, Grell was in a better mood. He was curled up on the Undertaker's couch, wrapped in a blanket, when Undertaker approached him. "My, my. You seem quite comfortable~. I'm glad." He smiled, sitting beside Grell. "Though, perhaps you'd like to take a bath? You are covered in snow, after all. Though it's certainly all melted and dried by now, it's still in your hair and clothing." He suggested, looking towards Grell. Grell liked the idea of a bath, hoping it would relax him enough to keep him calm for the night.

Undertaker got the water ready for Grell, pouring a rose scented bubble bath into the tub. He allowed Grell into his closet, which contained clothes that were for dressing his corpses in to look nice for their funerals. Because of this, there were clothes of nearly every size and style. Grell ended up picking out a plain red T-shirt with a loose black skirt to sleep in.

"Ah~. The shampoo is here under the counter, and the soap is on the edge of the tub." Undertaker grinned, pointing out the locations of the soap and shampoo to Grell. "And I'll leave a towel right here~." He smiled, leaving a soft, crimson towel on top of the counter. "Just call me in if you need anything~!" He soon exited the room, leaving Grell alone so he could undress.

Undertaker's bathroom was surprisingly fancy, especially compared to the shop area of his home. The furniture was all porcelain white, and there was not a speck of dirt or dust on a single thing. After washing himself, Grell relaxed in the tub for a while, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on his skin- something he hadn't been able to experience in weeks. After about an hour of soaking in the tub, he finally exited, wrapping the red towel around himself. He rubbed the soft fabric over his skin until it dried completely, then getting dressed.

He walked out of the room, looking around for Undertaker. He spotted him down the hall, in the kitchen. He was cooking some sort of chocolate thing. Mmm, chocolate. Grell kind of hoped it was for him, but he wouldn't dare ask if Undertaker didn't mention it. He stepped into the kitchen, his bare feet chilling slightly when they hit the cool tile, causing him to shudder lightly. Undertaker chuckled when he heard this, bringing a pair of warm socks over to Grell. He slid the socks over his small feet, grinning up at Grell.

"So…" Grell started to speak, frowning slightly. "I guess you'll have to take me home in the morning, so I'll return these clothes to you next time I'm out." He mumbled, looking up at Undertaker, who gave him a disapproving look.

"Why would I want you to give me the clothes back? They're yours now. And speaking of bringing you home, I have something I'd like to discuss with you." His grin widened while he said this. "Now, I get quite lonely around here sometimes, since I live alone. And you certainly don't have enough money to keep staying where you live now, so how about you just stay here with me?" he smiled, having asked the question in such a way that one would think he was asking something as simple as if he wanted to stay the night.

Grell looked at him, unsure of what to say for a moment. Well, of course he wanted to live with him! He wouldn't have to worry about paying bills, and he'd get to live with an attractive man. Why would anyone not want that? But he didn't want to seem too eager to answer his question, so he pretended to contemplate it for a moment before nodding. "Of course." He smiled. "Thank you so much."

"Great~." Undertaker smiled, walking up behind Grell to wrap him in a tight hug, chuckling softly. When he felt Grell's arms tighten back around him, a thought crossed through his mind. For just a moment, he wondered what it would be like to have Grell hugging him all the time. Hanging all over him, like he does Sebastian. Except, Undertaker wouldn't push him away. Certainly not.

And at the same time, Grell was having similar thoughts about Undertaker. He kept his arms firmly around Undertaker's waist, nuzzling into his chest happily. He was now sure that he liked Undertaker, but he doubted he felt the same way back. No one will ever love me.