Sep. 3rd, 2022

pocketpretzels: (fond)
Just as he'd promised in the narrative yesterday at lunch, Steven had shown up at Watts's apartment last night with dinner and to check in on him after the grevious injury* Watts had suffered as a result of being startled by the fires.

Steven had stayed over, naturally, and they'd woken up late in the morning and ordered breakfast. It had been nothing so elaborate as the last couple times they'd had breakfast together, but Watts was beginning to think either he was going to need to learn to prepare something other than cereal, or at least start buying fruit to add to it. A relatively quiet morning, albeit interrupted with a brief kitchen dance party at one point.

Post-breakfast, they were curled up on the couch, each with a book to read. Watts's head was currently in Steven's lap which was not the best position for reading, no, and he'd probably move eventually, but it was great for having someone absently run their fingers through his curls. You know. If there happened to be anyone in the room who'd be inclined to do so.
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* It was just a bruise, honestly.

[ooc: for him who's named inna post.]
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