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“Well I can make sure you eat tonight and then I’ll give you a massage before bed.”

“How have you been baby?” Arm sliding around her waist to keep her close.

And he missed her too, more than he can put into words. “Hi darling.”

If anyone hears the fire alarm going off.. it wasn’t him ( he burnt breakfast, he’s so hungover )

And yet somehow frequently gets locked out of his own house..

“Good?” He asks softly, wariness overriding his tone as he struggles with whether to keep eye contact or break it.

How you survive in life baffles me..

I literally have yours too since you left it in the locker room.

Sounds good to me!

Whenever you want, tell me what you’re in the mood for and come on over.

“As long as you are aware that sometimes it will go horribly wrong.” He admits sheepishly. He loves cooking for people, it’s like his love language however he hates when it goes wrong. It’s the biggest thing he tends to beat himself up over.

Darting into the kitchen, searching for something to hold on the developing bruise on his face. Not noticing @rexglacialis in the corner.

“I love trying out new recipes, even if they are particular hard especially when they are for someone else.” Flashing her an easy grin before moving across the room to hand her portion over. “Garretts with Hannah, unsure about Dean and Logan’s at work.”

/ okay i need to be more active here, who wanna write?

Turning over his shoulder from where he was busy plating up the ramen he has worked so hard on because he needed it to be perfect. “Hey you!”

Hurryyyyy!

Fine but only because I want you to get here and try my ramen!