“David, really, we can reheat things. I don’t own a microwave but I own a stove.” But he’s grinning because that sort of setting aside my preferences because I’d rather be with you comment makes him feel so, so valued.

The rest of the day slides by peacefully, and in the morning, true to his word, Balthier takes David home on his bike.

It’s funny, he thinks riding home. He never really thought domestic courting would have a place in his life. Now, he wouldn’t trade this for anything.