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For two months, Rat has done his best to avoid cooking meals. To him, it marks acceptance giving in to the form of the city and letting the apartment it provided become his home. Grey's presence has changed that rule. It's why he's bought carrots, potatoes, a round of beef, stock wine, and spices. For Grey.

Cooking for himself, letting this place be any kind of permanent? Rat can't do that. For Grey, though, he can.

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Following after, Rat hands him a spoon and then settles in next to Grey, easy and comfortable.

He could get used to this, he thinks, forgetting to remind himself that complacency is wrong.

The first bite Grey takes is too hot; he has to pant with his mouth open to wait for it to cool.

"Careful." Rat reaches out and cups Grey's face, soothing his thumb along his mouth. "It's fresh off the stove."

There had only been one time when Grey had had warm food on the plane: the protein blocks freshly made.

When Grey can swallow this, he nods, instinctively leaning in to the touch. He'll wait.

He lingers there for a moment, watching Grey's face and almost forgetting about the hot bowl against his knees. When the heat is too much to tolerate, he leans forward and cuts a small bite off with his spoon blowing to cool it.

Watching him, Grey waits until he sees that Rat can eat it that way, then he does the same, carefully (silveware is still novel). Then he blows, too. And he takes a bite.

Rat tries to pretend he's not watching, waiting to see if Grey likes it with all the wary attention of a cook.

It tastes savory and rich and chewy and Grey swallows it.

It's good. He takes another bite, his eyes meeting Rat's.

He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding before smiling sidelong at him and then turning back to his own food. He made plenty for them, enough for Curtis and Yona too if Grey wants to take some back.

That will be nice. Grey eats slowly as the food cools. He eats until his stomach is full.

Rat eats a little slower, leaning back against Grey as he eats. He's comfortable again, relaxed and trusting in a way he never thought he'd be in this city if notfr Grey.

When he set his bowl aside, Grey shifts, resting Rat against his chest, arms around him, his cheek against the other boy's hair.

"Didn't think I'd end up with a boyfriend in this place," he jokes, tipping his head back a little for Grey.

What's a boyfriend? Grey points to the word on his arm. What?

"What...?" Rat pauses before realizing what Grey means. For a minute there, he worries that he's overstepped his bounds, made some colossal miscalculation.

"Another word for a lover."

Oh. Grey feels his face heat and his expression shows something like wonder. Is that what they are, then? Lovers? Boyfriends?

That means he matters, right? That he has a place? He likes that idea. Very much.

Touching Rat's face, Grey nods. Yes.

Another unintentional held breath is let out. Yes, he matters. He cared for Rat when others wouldn't have. He provides company, friendship...

Yes. They are.

Oddly enough, Grey misses his cat. Having the cat here would make things ideal.

Boyfriend. Grey mouths the word even though nothing comes out.

Yes, boyfriend. It's a word that Rat thinks he could come to enjoy, referring to Grey. Rat closes his eyes and shuffles deeper into Grey's arms.

This - a moment like this - would be fleeting if it existed at all on the train.

There's a pang when Grey realizes that. His arms tighten more around Rat and he thinks of Edgar, of the others, who won't get to experience this. It's sad. He closes his eyes, leaning so that his cheek is against Rat's.

He reaches up to touch Grey's cheek, trying to read the emotion he exudes.

"What's going on?"

It's so difficult to explain. For a moment, Grey doesn't want to try, but he wants to please Rat and that means he has to try. Train. He points to the word. It's the life he was used to. There was little love there. Little care, few boyfriends. But how does he explain that? He takes Rat's hand, writing letters in his palm. L-O-N-E-L-Y.

"Surrounded by others and still lonely?" Rat understands, tries not to reflect on the years growing up alone or on the run or the crowds in the West District. He'd moved among them a deliberate stranger, never forming a bond if he could help it.

It's different from Grey's loneliness, but he understands it too.

Kissing Rat's palm, Grey tries to make clear that this - what they have - would never have happened on the train, or rarely. It was what he likes to think he had with Gilliam. He presses Rat's hand to his cheek and nods. Yes. He wishes this for Edgar, for Curtis.

He nods, tracing his fingertip over the tattoos on Grey's forearm. There are luxuries in this city that neither of them could have had elsewhere. This is one of them.

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silenttrainbaby - 2014-10-11 22:59 (UTC) - Expand

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