The steel door slides open much like one would expect a sci-fi door to, Abel standing on the other side of it with Alex in his arms. He's been rather cautious of him leaving the Cabin even for just a moment. He doubts the Cat King will do anything to him, but the idea of him striking up a conversation with his sweet boy gives him a whole other wave of anxiety and he'd rather not entertain that.

Despite his normal clean and put together look the dark circles under his eyes have only gotten worse since the beginning of Thrawn's stupid, unannounced drills and try as he might at washing his face, he's still red and puffy around the eyes.

"Thank you for seeing me, though it could have waited until later." He steps back and gestures to the couch in the front of the room, a large nest of blankets that looks freshly exited there but there's definitely space on the large L that isn't covered by blankets, both sections tailored specifically so a certain Fitz Kreiner wouldn't have any trouble completely sprawling out on the couch.