@ShadeStar
Lillian sighed as she looked at the oven, “And wait.”
Lillian sighed as she looked at the oven, “And wait.”
"You wouldn't understand Jim, it's a secret…"
“What the fuck Darren?”
"It's the Office. Like the show. Sorry,
“Oh no it’s my bad. I didn’t understand, sorry.”
"Normal people don't understand that, it's fine. I'm just a little whacked in the head."
“Yeah, and I love you for it.”
He prepared the rest of the food. "How much, just one for now?"
“And we split it? Sure.”
"Just half a chicken breast?" he chuckled. "Sure,"
Lillian shrugged, “What? Unless you want a whole one to yourself I’m not that hungry.”
He grabbed one plate from the cabinet and two forks from the drawer. One single freaking chicken breast went on that plate for them to share because really she really could have anything she wanted. It didn't matter to him.
Which scared her sometimes, but hey what can you do. Lillian didn’t really care either, just let Darren eat most of it. That was her original plan anyways.
He sat down at the table and looked at her and then the food like a puppy who needed to be directed on what to do.
Lillian laughed slightly as she sat down at the table next to him. She was dating a big man puppy child. He shouldn’t need her help for this, but still she took her fork and got a piece of chicken anyway.
(I sleep now. Night!)
(Night!)
He smiled and began eating.
Lillian smiled back as she ate th chicken. Not eating a whole lot.
Darren did eat a lot. He always ate a lot. “It hungry?”
“I’m hungry, but like not,” Lillian explained. Besides you eat waaaaay more then me.
“Ah. I see,” I mean at least he’s been eating unlike what it used to be.
That’s good, I was worried they were starving themselves lol, “Yep.”
Fleur quietly approached him and sat down beside him. She rubbed his arm comfortingly. "Who's that?" she asked. Her voice was light and gentle.
He turned the picture so she could see it better. “It’s her and I,” He didn’t even want to say her name right now but the black hair and familiar green eyes made it glaringly obvious who it was.
"Oh," she whispered. She tried to swallow, but it got stuck in her throat.
“It’s nothing, it doesn’t mean anyth— it’s fine,”
That’s good, I was worried they were starving themselves lol, “Yep.”
“Yerp,”
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