Half an hour later he wakes up and his eyes focus on Mordred's face and he says "Mordred" with what is easily recognizable as affection. 

How about he just doesn't react to that in any way.

"Mordred, you are really nice to me and I love you. And good. And soft. And pretty. You're really pretty. You should kiss me."

".........You're very easy to be nice to. More people should be nice to you. And maybe later."

"Okay. You should kiss me later." He thinks about this a bit and then frowns. "But I want you to kiss me now.  Am I pretty."

"You are very pretty."

"Soft," Lev announces. "Warm and soft. Want to keep cuddling you."

"Sure, okay, we can do that."

And a few hours later Lev wakes up from a nap with bleary memories of being held by George and Ramon and Mordred and his high-school best friend, all of which are completely ridiculous, but he enjoys the warmth of the dreams for a little bit.

--And then he wakes up a bit more, remembers exactly what he was doing before he fell asleep, and thinks: Fuck.

Very cautiously he stands up, finds Mordred, and says, "I'm sorry about the past few-- hours? Days? I don't know how long it was."

"Days. And you don't have to be, are you okay?"

When he hears 'days' Lev very quietly wants to die.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, it was an accident-- I thought I was fine before I was too sick to notice whether I was fine at all"-- this is a blatant lie-- "I hope I didn't bother you too much?"

His eyes are flicking back and forth and his muscles are tense; he's good at hiding his feelings but not that good.

"You were fine," Mordred says, and... is not sure whether to elaborate on what exactly happened so he's not going to.

Lev is scared shitless about this but he is not going to push. He is going to go pick up a book and then discover to his surprise that he can read the words without them swimming in front of his eyes.

Mordred finishes making lunch and puts out a plate for himself and one for Lev.

As soon as he smells the food, Lev is ravenous, possibly because he hasn't eaten in two days. 

He eats very very slowly and does not ask for seconds.

:/

Well, he can have more food anyway.

Wow.

...Lev is going to see how long this continues.

Mordred really wants to just give him food until he stops looking so badly like he wants more food but he's concerned that eating that much after two days of eating nothing will just make Lev throw up so instead he gets two and a half meals or so.

Ah. This Is The Amount Of Food He Gets.

"If you're still hungry in a bit I'm happy to make more food I'm just worried you won't be able to keep it down if you have too much at once."

??????

What is the catch here. Lev is suspicious.

"Sure. I'll ask for some."

(He will not ask for some.)

Mordred is still going to make more food if in an hour he hasn't thrown up. He is familiar with Lev's not-asking-for-things ways.

The next day--

Lev takes one of the books Mordred got him, Coming of Age In Samoa, and takes it to Oswald.

"Hi. I noticed you were sad so I got you this book? Mordred got it for me. But I haven't had a chance to read it yet."

"Oh, uh, thank you. It's about Samoa? That's in... the Pacific, right?"

"Yeah. There's been a lot of anthropology published while I was. Gone." He shifts his weight awkwardly. "I hope it's something nice for you to read."