"Oh, I was just makin' some soup to eat for lunch, it's tomato if you were wondering, want some?" You ask Hank, who is rubbing the back of his head while he sits on the floor.
"That actually sounds.. nice, I'll have a bowl, too." Hank answers. As the water boils, you slide the diced tomatoes into the water and stir it slightly. Deimos taps his fingers impatiently on the countertop.
"Christ, Dei, could you be any more impatient?" The tapping abruptly stops, before continuing faster.
You turn off the stove since the soup finished cooking, Deimos slowly getting more and more impatient. You take three bowls out and take out three spoons, all made out of white plastic.
YOU ARE READING
Stitched Together (Deimos x Sanford)
Short StoryAfter a long time of fighting, Sanford tends to Deimos' wounds. Cw/Tw for Blood, gore, suicide, needles
