"And when you finish that, we're going to go downstairs and I'm going to make you some real food, because you need to eat." 

"I'm not sure that I need to eat," Lev mutters, but he doesn't slow down his speed of eating cereal.

"Pretend I had said that." 

Lev swallows. "That's different. You are nothing but skin and bones."

"— You also need to eat!" 

"I'm not going to turn down your cooking anyway."

"Alright. Just — it scares me when you say stuff like that." 

"You and Edith can team up to make sure I eat three meals a day that contain vegetables and protein instead of not eating for two days and then binging on Skittles."

"I'm going to." 

"I don't have an eating disorder. I just hate my body and separately am bad at eating. Unrelated issues."

"Okay. I'm still going to take care of you, I love you and I want you to eat." 

"When you weren't here food was just all... really gross? Like, the thought of eating made me want to throw up. And I didn't have the willpower to make myself eat anyway."

He decides against adding "because I was sort of hopeful that I would starve to death," because it might make Sasha sad, and because it would not help his case that he did not have an eating disorder.

Sasha pets his hair and doesn't say anything. 

Lev finishes the cereal. "More food?" he says hopefully.

Sasha kisses his forehead. "More food." 

He holds Lev's hand on the way down to the kitchen. Eggs aren't his favorite but whatever they're fast and easy and have protein. 

Lev, fortunately, is a fan of eggs! "More please."

He will keep making eggs for as long as Lev wants them. 

After Lev has had a slightly unreasonable number of eggs, he says, "you know, I'm pretty sure talking to you about what grants I want the Aarons Foundation to make and why counts as work, if you wanted to do that."

After Lev has had a perfectly reasonable amount of eggs given the givens, Sasha says "I'd love to," and leads them back to Lev's room. 

Then they can talk about tuberculosis, and maybe get distracted and have sex.

(Lev doesn't let Sasha finish.)

He's significantly clingier when they go back to talking about tuberculosis, and significantly more easily distracted. 

That's fun! Maybe not super-great for people with tuberculosis, but fun.

…yeah. It is. 

They have their interview a week later. 

"I hate being interviewed, I hate being interviewed so much, why did I think this was a good idea."