Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Evening

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Watts was- physically- feeling far better than he had all week. Along with feeling ill had been a certain restlessness that he couldn't actually do anything about until now.

Hence why there were currently cinnamon rolls in the oven, a couple of loaves of bread proofing on the counter, and Watts himself trying to decide what he ought to make next.

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Steven poked his head in the kitchen doorway. "Smells wonderful."

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"I couldn't settle on a single thing to make," Watts admitted, looking a little sheepish.

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Steven came into the kitchen. "Long as it's that and not that you're feeling stressed?"

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Well.

Maybe a little of both?

"It's been a long week."

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"Stressed as in unhappy," Steven said, to clarify. "Something that I could help with, perhaps?"

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If Steven were to take a peek at the doughs currently proofing, he might spot that at least one was of a variety he'd expressed a particular fondness for.

"Yes," Watts said, gesturing for Steven to come near. "Come here."

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Steven did as instructed, standing in front of Llewellyn. "Here?"

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"Nearly," Watts declared. "Turn around."

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Steven was curious where this was going but he did as instructed. "All right, now what?"

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Where it was going was Watts, wrapping his arms around Steven's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. "Perfect," he declared, nuzzling in to Steven's neck.

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Steven tilted his neck to allow Llewellyn as much access as he liked. "Hmm, that's nice."

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“So are you,” Watts declared.

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Steven started to protest that he was just standing there. Then he remembered and said, "Thank you. It's nice to see you up and about again."

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"Nice to be so," Watts admitted.

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"Are the cinnamon rolls for us?" Steven asked, looking hopeful.

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"For you," Watts affirmed. "I wanted to say thank you."

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"Oh good," Steven said. He turned just enough to kiss Llewellyn on the cheek. "I know I told you Harley would like some but that doesn't mean I wanted to go to the back of the line. I've missed your baking. Cinnamon rolls and all."

The "and all" came with a look at that multigrain loaf Steven suspected was for him as well.

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"I've missed being able to stay awake long enough to complete something," Watts admitted. Yesterday had been the first day he hadn't felt feverish and achy, but even then he'd spent most of it sleeping.

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"My poor love," Steven said. He put his hands over Llewellyn's in an approximation of a hug, given their position. "I'm glad you took care of yourself though. Didn't push it by going to the picnic."

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"You brought me back plenty of snacks, it was essentially as if I were there."

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Steven beamed proudly. "Of course. Made sure I had extra pockets and everything."

Because where would you keep snacks if not in pockets?

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"My darling Gentleman Knight," Watts said, pressing a kiss behind his ear. "So thoughtful."

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Steven shivered pleasantly at the touch. "Have to take care of the man I love, don't I? In general, not only when he's ill."

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"You do," Watts told him. "Wonderfully so. Could not ask for better."

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"I didn't like that you were ill," Steven said. "But I do like that you at least feel you were well cared for while it happened. You take such good care of me when I'm not myself, after all. It makes me happy to know you can count on that from me in return."