Rex stirred a little when the door shut, having dozed off for a quick nap after picking up the food. The hours at his job were running him ragged-- if it wasn't such stimulating work, he'd have left the hospital for something else, but the patients were fascinating enough to keep him there. It was a learning opportunity, and for now, it was worth the exhaustion. He opened one eye when Iago called his name, a moment of confusion stalling his brain before it caught up to things. That's right... Dinner.

Rubbing his eyes, Rex trudged out of the cramped bedroom and offered a quick smile. "Hey." Silently, the cat padded out of the room behind him, a reminder that he'd forgotten to close the door when he'd fallen down for his nap. He sniffed a little, certain that there was going to be watery eyes and congestion in his future. Oh well, it wasn't important for now. He moved over to Iago, wrapping his arms loosely around the soldier's waist. "How was the job hunt? I brought--" He waved a hand at the table. "Dinner. To..." Celebrate, perhaps? "Well. Because they can prepare food better than I can."