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There had been nothing he could have done for Yuuri's belongings at that point beyond what he'd done save perhaps spreading everything out in the vain hopes that it might have some small effect - but Lauri had instead focused on caring for the human component.

Lauri finished his coffee off and set the mug down on the tray from earlier. From one of the bedside stands, he produced a remote that was offered to Yuuri, "I only have Netflix and Hulu, but you can watch whatever you want. You should put your foot up. " From his closet, he pulled out two more pillows and a soft, fuzzy throw so that he could get the injured mouse comfortable on his bed. "You can rest, that is enough."

But wait, Yuuri kept trying to help...he didn't want to be a burden.

"If you can mend, I have a shirt that needs it. That would help. Otherwise, I will start food and bring your things up."

Hearing that Yuuri could mend seemed to brighten some aspect of the Finn's face, though there was no overt change to his countenance; it was more a micro-expression, if anything. "Ah, excellent." Lauri returned to the closet once more, returning with a final set of items: a patterned button-down in navy with a sleeve that had ripped along the machined seam, and a small sewing kit like one might purchase at any general store. "It would be helpful, if you could fix this."

Lauri moved over to the long dresser under the TV and touched the center console, "There are drinks here, if you need something not coffee while I'm cooking." It closed again silently, the pieces fitting in a manner that suggested they had been machined with care.

"I will leave you to it, then."

Frozen pierogies didn't take a huge amount of time to cook, but Yuuri would be left alone upstairs for about twenty minutes while Lauri prepared not only the main dish, but also a side of salad made with romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes (whole), grilled chicken breast cut into strips, shredded carrot, and a vinaigrette dressing. Lauri was giving him no choice since those seemed to cause more issue than aid.

Everything got piled onto a tray, along with two beers, and Yuuri's still-damp belongings were carried on his arm under the tray.

Back in the room, it looked as though his 'guest' was doing well with the shirt, though he couldn't tell at just a glance - the material was in his lap, the kit was out - so he was working on it. That was enough. Lauri set the larger tray down and then the bag. "Thanks. I can do the mending, but it's fiddly and I poke myself a lot." He cleared the smaller coffee tray and set it aside to be taken down with the dinner set once they were done, reducing the amount of clutter on the bed by at least a small amount.

Lauri looked from his hands to Yuuri's and back, then shrugged a bit; there was sizeable difference, but he wasn't certain that was the cause. "I work with fine electronics often enough, it should not be a problem." Ah, but I use a magnifying glass then, that could be the difference...or maybe it's just that I care then. Whatever the difference, he no longer had to mend the shirt, and that pleased him.

The Finn inspected the sewn hem in a manner that said he was more wary of the needle than worried Yuuri had done a bad job; it was as though he trusted it was completed well. "This is...my normal? If it's too much, eat what you want and leave the rest."

Yuuri was small, with bones like a bird. Too thin with no meat to him, perhaps he had an eating disorder? None of Lauri's business, at all. "It is no problem to me, I compost." He settled onto the bed and grabbed the remote and his plate of pierogies, Yuuri had left it but he found inane TV could be useful when eating, so Mythbusters it was...mostly because he liked to watch things being built.

Either having Yuuri there wasn't weird to Lauri, or he was just better at ignoring it - or perhaps he just truly didn't give a s**t, because he was totally blase about the whole thing. He ate steadily and without comment, not bothering to watch his 'guest' or even look over until Yuuri started choking over part of his meal.

Lauri set his plate down, the pierogies gone, reaching for his salad next; Yuuri hopped to the mini fridge and offered to get him a drink. In response, the Finn picked up one of the two beers he'd brought up and cracked it open. "No, thank you." He could have twisted the knife of embarrassment deeper by pointing out that he'd brought a drink for Yuuri as well, but humiliation wasn't on the menu for the little mouse.

No, that was Archer's game. The mouse wasn't into such things. Praise was much more his style. To be treated gently, indulged a bit. Yes, that was the best way to handle Yuuri - he could tell that much already.

When Yuuri glanced back, Lauri wasn't looking at him, head tilted off in another direction as he took long swallows from his beer from the can. It was a very pointed, calculated thing, not making eye contact, but somehow perhaps also nonchalant because there was no part of the Finn's attitude that said he meant to be doing anything but enjoying his meal and drinking his beer. After all, if Yuuri hadn't wanted beer with dinner, there were cokes in the mini fridge, more beer, harder liquor, and even wheatgrass shots.

"Mm." Praise. Heaven help him. But Yuuri was trying to be nice, so Lauri told himself that it wasn't his accent being praised, but Finnish accents in general and that made it easier. "Thanks. Yes. Vantaa, originally."

Lauri stabbed a chunk of salad and put it in his mouth so he wouldn't have to speak further, listening as Yuuri mentioned knowing how to say something in Finnish, which actually caught his attention. Did I - Pasi - teach him to say something? I wouldn't remember, but it wasn't in the notes. How thorough were the notes? Certainly not down to recorded conversations...it's possible... An encouraging but noncommittal sound was made, in case one was necessary. Then more beer.

He was not prepared.

'Tyhmä koira' Came almost perfectly from Yuuri's lips, the r just not quite rolled properly. Certainly without the derision that Lauri employed when he used it to bring Archer to heel. His mind jumped a bit - where would Yuuri have picked that phrase up, it wasn't wholly uncommon but.

But.

There weren't many Finnish-speakers in Destiny City.

In fact, he was the only one he knew. And he had definitely not taught Yuuri his pet name for Wolfeite. The only dark haired mouse he had introduced that phrase to often enough to consider it 'teaching' was Kamacite...which meant...that Yuuri...was Kamacite. And now that he knew, the glamour scales fell and it was like a slap in the face - as it always was. <******** glamour magic.

The question now was whether or not he told Yuuri he was Aue. There were factors to not do that, namely Yuuri's tendency to freak out, his current injury, and the fact that Lauri didn't want to cause him further damage. Granted, not telling him when he knew could also be damaging, but...he made his choice: Yuuri would be told when he was well and could escape without harming himself if he wished.

"Very nicely done." Lauri cleared his throat, amused, "Did whomever taught that to you also teach you what that phrase means, Yuuri?"

Lauri watched, waited; he wondered if Yuuri was trying to remember what he had said as Aue. Likely it had been only somewhat truthful - not quite the real meaning, as the Finn was generally inclined to not shame his General. That was part of their agreement, after all. In uniform, in front of others - he would be obedient and obeisant, give Wolfeite his complete due as commanding officer. Any other time? The Wolfe was his plaything, regardless of what form he held.

"It's nothing vulgar, don't worry." Was telling Yuuri what the phrase meant count as breaking the letter of his agreement with the Wolfe? Possibly, which didn't sit well, but then...they had never gone over terms, it was simply that he happened to be observant and intelligent and knew when to push and when to hold back. "Koira is dog. Tyhmä," He rolled it properly, lovingly, "Means stupid."

With the barest hint of teeth under slightly curving lip, "Did the one that taught you have a pet?"