Zevran kept chasing contact, at least. That was more of a relief than Jack wanted to admit, even if it was a vaguely guilty one. There'd been a quiet fear that if he even came back at all Zevran would return to them different, a person with no need of a house and no patience for humans who were always asking where he was and what he was doing. Jack wasn't too proud to take what touches and responses he can get, and he returned Zev's laugh with an automatic little smile of his own, straightening and pulling him along to the living room.

"Oh - we cleaned up your things. Well, everything but the clothing." It seemed like the sort of thing that needed to be said, before he went out tomorrow and started searching for his things in the shop. "We had no idea how to do repairs, but we figured out the requisite cleaning and oiling kind of business."