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doctorprescott) wrote2014-10-13 11:20 pm
doctorprescott) wrote2014-10-13 11:20 pm
Dinner [for Eli]
Michael wasn't nervous, not really. Okay, maybe he was a little nervous.
He was also cooking dinner. Not a gourmet meal - it was spaghetti and meatballs with salad and garlic bread, but he'd made the sauce from a recipe from one of the pediatric nurses and it tasted pretty good.
He'd never been allowed in the kitchen while he was growing up - part of his mother's irrational fears, he was sure. No doubt she'd been positive that simply by being around food, he'd get his unnaturalness into the food and somehow poison his sisters into being like him.
Michael was coming to realize that his mother needed help, and a lot of it, but he wasn't in the position to suggest it. He could just hope that one day she'd get it for whatever plagued her mind and realize what she'd lost. Him.
If she didn't? He could be content with it. He was happier here in Siren Cove than he'd ever imagined being and he had someone who liked him for who, and what, he was.
And he had a damned fine dinner cooking on the stove, fresh garlic bread just out of the oven, and a great guy coming over to eat, probably grade papers, and hopefully stay for breakfast.
Yeah, he could live with that just fine.
He was also cooking dinner. Not a gourmet meal - it was spaghetti and meatballs with salad and garlic bread, but he'd made the sauce from a recipe from one of the pediatric nurses and it tasted pretty good.
He'd never been allowed in the kitchen while he was growing up - part of his mother's irrational fears, he was sure. No doubt she'd been positive that simply by being around food, he'd get his unnaturalness into the food and somehow poison his sisters into being like him.
Michael was coming to realize that his mother needed help, and a lot of it, but he wasn't in the position to suggest it. He could just hope that one day she'd get it for whatever plagued her mind and realize what she'd lost. Him.
If she didn't? He could be content with it. He was happier here in Siren Cove than he'd ever imagined being and he had someone who liked him for who, and what, he was.
And he had a damned fine dinner cooking on the stove, fresh garlic bread just out of the oven, and a great guy coming over to eat, probably grade papers, and hopefully stay for breakfast.
Yeah, he could live with that just fine.
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"Mmm," Michael hummed as he took Eli's hand and turned more to face him. "You have my attention. What sort of distraction did you have in mind? A game of cards? Chess?" He smirked as he asked it.
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He laughs, shaking his head, as he picks the fork back up to grab another bite. "That's cute," he says of Michael's teasing, but he grins back at him. "No. Come on, I think there will be kissing involved. But after I finish your cake...." He holds up the fork, still grinning.
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"And if I wanted some of that cake?" Michael asked, grinning, he was sure, like a complete idiot. An idiot Eli apparently didn't mind spending time around. He wasn't about to question it, he was just going to enjoy it while it lasts and hope that it lasted for a very long time.