[Oh no. Oh no. Mikleo has made a mistake, because Sorey can see how much he's blushing, now. Is it the nickname or the smile? Could be both. He looks away and clears his throat.]

Don't worry about it. I can be very patient when I need to be.

[He's waited this long. What's a few days or weeks or months more?]

We should get started on that meal before you die of hunger in my apartment. [He reluctantly steps away, but they'll probably be shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen anyway; it's not a big deal. He grabs a pot and a big skillet from a cupboard, fills the former with water, and sets them on the stove.]