The meows and the rubbing both earn a smile and soon enough, he's reaching out to open the front door to his house; it's honestly the first time he's really felt normal doing it. Maybe this is his cat and he didn't even realize it? Or maybe he's just had cats around; it would make sense with his supposed job.

"Make yourself at home," he says as soon as the door is closed behind them. He'll take off his coat for the moment, anyway, and head for the kitchen. The kitten could probably do with some water at the very least.