[Grey spends a while clinging to Manabu, still in a worn out daze but with a restlessness that keeps him from outright falling asleep. Eventually he needs to get some water and use the bathroom and, as Manabu suggests, wash up a little.
He also takes the opportunity to put the condoms and lube away in the bathroom before Manabu has to clear them off the counter.
He's still a little dazed once he's done and back to sitting on the bed, watching Manabu prepare food. But not so dazed that he doesn't notice how good it smells. When it's done he's immediately ready to get up and grab some, only for Manabu to chide him.]
You don't really need to...
[Grey blinks, more bewildered than offended. Being fussed over, however mildly, is something of a novel experience. Still, he accepts the offered bowl. Carefully, as directed- he can feel the heat of it through the bowl.]
Thank you.
[Grey picks up a spoon and blows on it, waiting a few moments before trying it.
It's really nice. It might not be fine dining, but the warmth of it is a comfort from the inside out... Even though the taste might not be the exact same, he's reminded suddenly of the first time he ate with Manabu and his mother. They'd had a similar dish back then, hadn't they? It had been his first time truly having a warm meal like this, and his first time in such a friendly environment.
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He also takes the opportunity to put the condoms and lube away in the bathroom before Manabu has to clear them off the counter.He's still a little dazed once he's done and back to sitting on the bed, watching Manabu prepare food. But not so dazed that he doesn't notice how good it smells. When it's done he's immediately ready to get up and grab some, only for Manabu to chide him.]
You don't really need to...
[Grey blinks, more bewildered than offended. Being fussed over, however mildly, is something of a novel experience. Still, he accepts the offered bowl. Carefully, as directed- he can feel the heat of it through the bowl.]
Thank you.
[Grey picks up a spoon and blows on it, waiting a few moments before trying it.
It's really nice. It might not be fine dining, but the warmth of it is a comfort from the inside out... Even though the taste might not be the exact same, he's reminded suddenly of the first time he ate with Manabu and his mother. They'd had a similar dish back then, hadn't they? It had been his first time truly having a warm meal like this, and his first time in such a friendly environment.
Fuck, he hopes he doesn't start crying again.]