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ᴊᴇssᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇɴ | ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ. ([personal profile] outlierdirector) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2024-10-24 07:56 am (UTC)

[ Green eyes move from him, to the items on the stove, back up to Alan. There's no anger or disgust in her gaze. Confusion, hesitation, worry more than anything. Not that she thinks Alan is incapable of doing it all. It's more that he might have a moment during cooking or that he's pushing himself too far too fast.

She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, eyes dropping back to the food in an attempt to figure out how to place what she's feeling into words. Not that it's working. Not that she needs to. Alan can read her, for all puns unintentional, like a book. ]


You don't--it's our kitchen. You don't need to apologize.

[ A few timid and hesitant steps are taken to be on the opposite side of the counter. She notes what he's made by the ingredients everywhere. A soft expression takes her face as emotions gather in her gaze. Not that she's able to pin them down to one that encompasses it all. There's far too many for that.

« We talked about this breakfast before. Didn't we? Eggs. Pancakes. Coffee. »

She steps around the island counter to stand behind him. A beat passes before her arms raise and wrap around his waist. Her cheek rests against his back. ]


...Are you okay?

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