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[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera cracks his good eye, peering at Drake. ]

I like it when you teach me. So, maybe I'll be able to cook for you one day too.

[braveoff]

I'd love that.

[ He bumps their noses together, smiling. ]

What else do you want to learn to make?

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera huffs a little, closing his good eye again. Settling against Drake. ]

Don't laugh. But chocolate chip cookies. I miss that shit and they're expensive as hell around here.

[braveoff]

Why would I laugh? You know that's one of the few things my Ma was actually good at making? I can teach you.

[requiemshark]

Yeah?

[ Ephemera smiles a little. ]

I'd like that.

[braveoff]

Next grocery trip. We'll get the stuff.

[ He kisses Ephemera's forehead, snuggling down. He should let the other man sleep. ]

Get some rest, okay? I'll be right here.

[requiemshark]

Mhmph. Okay.

[ It comes out soft. Ephemera closes his good eye, pressing close. He breathes out slow. And settles. ]

[braveoff]

[ Drake lies there, stroking his fingertips idly up and down Ephemera's back while he drifts to sleep. Or at least, until the other man goes heavy against him and his breathing smooth and even. Only then does he let his hand drop and whispers. ]

I love you.

[ He's asleep before long too. ]