[ Something they carry... Drake likes that. It rings true. He smiles faintly at Sharkface, then wipes his hands on the towel hanging from the stove and reaches over to take the other man's hand for a moment. ]
I trust you.
[ To understand. To not think he's a monster for being capable of that. To keep it quiet... and just in general, honestly. ]
[ It felt like he needed to say the words. To articulate a feeling he has about this man, who's someone different but still so important to him. He could fall in love all over again easily, he thinks, if he let himself.
Drake squeezes back, then lets go so Sharkface can grab the pot. ]
Leave about three inches at the top. Then lid it and put it on the stove on high heat so it boils.
[ Once the pot's on to boil, Drake puts a little oil in the pan and starts cooking the veggies, explaining the order as he goes. Onions first, always. Then carrots and peppers, broccoli and snap peas. Then the chicken to brown a little before anything else. ]
You kinda just feel when stuff is done. Here, try it.
[ Sharkface sticks close, watching as Drake works. He marks the sequence, the way that Drake mixes everything. How it's stirred, how the various pieces react to the heat. He nods, stepping forward. ]
Yeah. You know what the raw chicken feels like... [ he passes the spatula ] This is just barely seared, so it's undercooked. Feel how it's a little firmer and then squishes? That's how you know it's still raw inside.
[ He holds up a hand to show a trick he learned on tv that actually works. He touches the tip of his index finger to his thumb, then pokes the meaty bit just beneath. ]
Raw. [ middle finger to thumb ] Rare, or undercooked for chicken. [ ring finger to thumb ] Cooked through. [ pinky to thumb ] Overcooked.
[ While Sharkface keeps the stir fry moving, he grabs the noodles and checks if the water's boiling... it is, so he tosses them in and then goes to add the sauce to the chicken and veggies so it can thicken up. ]
So that starch I added is going to thicken it up as it cooks. You want to keep an eye on it... it'll get glossy instead of cloudy like it is right now, and it'll stick to the food. That's what we're looking for.
Not sweet-sticky, it'll just start to coat things instead of running back off into the bottom of the pan. I'll show you.
[ He scoots over a little so Sharkface can get as close as he needs to see... he finds he's enjoying this on a teaching level as much as he likes the moment. Peaceful and domestic and perfect for what it is. ]
[ Sharkface steps in closer, watching curiously. It's like chemistry. Barrows handled that on the squad, too. Explosives, whenever they had to deal with chemicals, that was all his brother's deal. That, and the cooking. Maybe that's why Barrows got so good at it. The overlap. ]
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[ He does. It's a common thread. An expected wound. Their worlds aren't that different in the end. At least in that regard.
Sharkface clears his throat. ]
Got it.
[ Fill the pot with water. Simple. He can do that. He hesitates for a moment, though. ]
...thank you. For telling me.
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I trust you.
[ To understand. To not think he's a monster for being capable of that. To keep it quiet... and just in general, honestly. ]
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I know.
[ Whatever this thing is, it's done the work. There was trust between them from the start. Somehow, impossibly, that was always true. ]
So. How much water do I add?
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Drake squeezes back, then lets go so Sharkface can grab the pot. ]
Leave about three inches at the top. Then lid it and put it on the stove on high heat so it boils.
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Got it.
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You kinda just feel when stuff is done. Here, try it.
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Feel it?
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[ He holds up a hand to show a trick he learned on tv that actually works. He touches the tip of his index finger to his thumb, then pokes the meaty bit just beneath. ]
Raw. [ middle finger to thumb ] Rare, or undercooked for chicken. [ ring finger to thumb ] Cooked through. [ pinky to thumb ] Overcooked.
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I see it. That’s clever.
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[ He smiles a little. ]
You’re good at this. Cooking. But teaching, too.
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[ While Sharkface keeps the stir fry moving, he grabs the noodles and checks if the water's boiling... it is, so he tosses them in and then goes to add the sauce to the chicken and veggies so it can thicken up. ]
Want me to take back over?
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[ The sauce part sounded a bit complicated. But he likes this, the energy of the moment. How quiet it is.
It’s nice. ]
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So that starch I added is going to thicken it up as it cooks. You want to keep an eye on it... it'll get glossy instead of cloudy like it is right now, and it'll stick to the food. That's what we're looking for.
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How sticky?
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[ He scoots over a little so Sharkface can get as close as he needs to see... he finds he's enjoying this on a teaching level as much as he likes the moment. Peaceful and domestic and perfect for what it is. ]
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It's a lot to remember.