Robin hums as if agreeing with Phalanx before gracefully nudging the door closed behind both of them with his heel. There's also a grunt in response from the direction of the bedroom, making it sound like Vincent really may not have gotten out of bed after all.

"I brought food," Robin calls out again, maneuvering a bag he'd picked up on the way home over towards the nearest flat surface. Vincent grunts again, but that may just be his reaction to anything Robin says when the man is mostly-sleeping.

He goes to drop his other bodily cargo off on the couch, setting them down slowly so as not to jostle them out of whatever peace they'd found while travelling.

"How are you feeling?" A simple question, stemming more from curiosity than from worry.