He had to like one of them better than the other? He looked between the two boxes as Steve ate, considering what he knew of the separate tastes before a warm memory filled his head, and the edges of a smile appeared on his lips. "Spaghetti," he finally said. "I think... I used to eat it when I was... small," he added with some difficulty, trying to chase the memory but the more he did, the more it slipped away from him.
He was much too tired by then to think about meals for the future when all he could think about was that his stomach was content, his head was fuzzy and his eyes were drooping. He grunted at the 'dear' comment but didn't give any usual glare at it even as he slid from his seat and stretched his muscles, looking hopefully towards the bedroom and then at Steve.
"Wait," he said sharply when Steve tried to move off. He reached up and his flesh thumb ran over Steve's lips before collecting some sauce that had gathered at the corner of his friend's mouth. He smiled sleepily and licked the sauce off before trudging off towards the bedroom to settle in, his burrowed trousers tucked under his pillow to use in the morning.
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Date: 2014-09-12 05:03 pm (UTC)He was much too tired by then to think about meals for the future when all he could think about was that his stomach was content, his head was fuzzy and his eyes were drooping. He grunted at the 'dear' comment but didn't give any usual glare at it even as he slid from his seat and stretched his muscles, looking hopefully towards the bedroom and then at Steve.
"Wait," he said sharply when Steve tried to move off. He reached up and his flesh thumb ran over Steve's lips before collecting some sauce that had gathered at the corner of his friend's mouth. He smiled sleepily and licked the sauce off before trudging off towards the bedroom to settle in, his burrowed trousers tucked under his pillow to use in the morning.