[Marc hadn't expected a kiss--not even a small, brief, chaste one on the cheek. If the "it's lovely, Marc" didn't quite soothe his nerves, that little bit of affection did. Steven wouldn't be about to shut him down if he just kissed him, right? He lets his fingers brush briefly against Steven's.]
Yeah? Let's eat, then. [He's pretty hungry, too. He sits down and takes a sip of his water before picking up his silverware.] Can't take responsibility for the food smelling good. All I did was pick it up.
[There's never been much of a reason to cook for himself. Not when his job took him all over the place and he could try the local cuisine of wherever he was. Not that he has a job anymore. Oh God, they're going to be so poor. Well...no. He's still got skills and contacts he could use, if it came to that. But this is kind of his first real shot at normalcy ever, and he'd rather only fall back on old skills and contacts if he has to.]
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Yeah? Let's eat, then. [He's pretty hungry, too. He sits down and takes a sip of his water before picking up his silverware.] Can't take responsibility for the food smelling good. All I did was pick it up.
[There's never been much of a reason to cook for himself. Not when his job took him all over the place and he could try the local cuisine of wherever he was. Not that he has a job anymore. Oh God, they're going to be so poor. Well...no. He's still got skills and contacts he could use, if it came to that. But this is kind of his first real shot at normalcy ever, and he'd rather only fall back on old skills and contacts if he has to.]