@comeswithblades "Can't let 'em know your next move, as they say." Jay nods, taking the sandwich with a quick 'Thanks, babe' before taking that first bite. Half investigation, half curiosity.
"Lots of crunch to it. Not bad." he adds, finishing the rest in three or four larger bites.
@comeswithblades "I know, I'm kinda nervous. Will you hold my hand?" He jokes, moving from the couch to the kitchen island, leaning onto it rather than taking a seat.
@comeswithblades She keeps him grounded, but because of her own history doesn't pull him out of his own anger. Understands that sometimes it's best to live in it for a bit, let it drive you. The interesting part, though, is that her presence alone keeps it from going too far. Brings him back. >
@comeswithblades > He chuckles to himself at her unserious term, stretching his arms as he watches her head off.
"I couldn't tell if it was better to get crunchy or smooth peanut butter. So I grabbed both."
@comeswithblades He couldn't pinpoint it. It was one of those things he couldn't piece together if he tried, and then at some point something clicked, and it felt like something so obvious he felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. It should scare him, but it doesn't anymore. >
@comeswithblades She might. He doesn't know. So he doesn't budge. The way she looks at him like he’s *here*, like he’s something solid and present and alive, he realizes this stopped being temporary to him a long time ago.
And if that’s true
if this is real
then losing it would be real too. -
@comeswithblades Ever the dramatic, he feigns injury from the shove, chuckling softly as she rises, watching her through every motion like she'll change her mind and vanish if he so much as blinks.
"Thanks, El. I appreciate it."
@comeswithblades "It slaps." he adds, purposely emphasizing the wrong syllable as if to play into the old man desperately clinging to youth bit. But despite the conversation, he knows her enough to realize that she isn't truly asking if he's hungry.
"You want me to make you one, too?"
@comeswithblades That little fact can't ever leave this room.
"Same. Part of me thinks I'm this boring old man, all my favorites aren't the colorful sugary stuff, but shit like honey bunches of oats and special K are my jam. Though I do love lucky charms once in a while, I'm not a monster."
@comeswithblades Completely different. Something about the way she said 'we' makes parts of him flutter that he did not know could flutter.
"Yeah, I picked up a bunch of stuff while you were out. Can't cook for shit, but if you're willing to lower your standards, I make a mean bowl of cereal."
@comeswithblades City's still standing after being gone as long as he was, it'll be just fine without him a little longer.
His eyes glance downward before his full attention follows.
@comeswithblades When he wasn't working out or replacing the ice cream he'd eaten, yeah.
His other hand softly caresses her back, in gentle, tender motions that say "I'm yours."