Pezzy's healing clinic for supervillains

Hot choco

Sure enough, when Pezzy arrived at Jaime's house, there were two steaming mugs of hot chocolate waiting for them on the kitchen counter.

Pezzy didn't need to say much, and for that he was so unbelievably grateful. Nelson only said a brief 'hullo' to him as he rinsed out the pot he'd used to make the hot chocolate, before leaving him and Jaime alone as he disappeared up the stairs. Jaime didn't push him to talk either, just shoved the mug in Pezzy's hands before he started to rummage through the kitchen cabinets, asking Pezzy if he'd gotten the chance to eat dinner.

The hot chocolate was rich and warm, and although there was still a hollow aching in his chest, it made it feel like the hole was filled for just a moment. Although Pezzy hadn't actually gotten a chance to eat dinner, he told Jaime he had, simply because he knew he wasn't going to be able to stomach anything more than the sweet drink tonight. And even this was too much.

He let the hot chocolate work its way through him as he rested his fingers against the granite counters, watching Jaime flit around the kitchen, buzzing with nervous energy. It was clear that he was worried about Pezzy, but didn't want to push him to talk if he didn't want to.

In the end, despite telling Jaime that he'd eaten dinner, he still ended up with a slice of peanut butter toast sitting in front of him.

"I told you I ate. I'm pretty full from left food in cafe," Pezzy said, his fingers still clutching the hot chocolate mug as tightly as he could. Although his tears had stopped long ago, his voice was rough, and he winced at the sound.

"Yeah, you said you ate before your shift. Normally you eat again after your shift, which I know you didn't this time because that's when you had your fight, so you need something to tie you over. And if I am going to be your father and push you into eating, I will do it," Jaime explained, resting his elbows on the counter in front of him. "Are you hungy?"

Dammit. Damn Jaime and his annoying tendency to actually pay attention to all the rambling nonsense that falls out of Pezzy's mouth.

"I'm not hungry, I don't feel like eating," Pezzy mumbled, pushing the plate away. But in that moment, his stomach growled.

Right on time you little fuckity stomach!

Jaime frowned and pushed the plate back towards him. "Well I see that you're not hungy, but your belly says otherwise. You don't have to eat all of it. Just a few bites. It'll make you feel better, I promise."

"How do you know?" Pezzy asked, voice growing sharper as frustration flared inside him.

"Because in all the time we've been friends, this is the first time I've ever seen you turn down food. And I know free food is something you would never say no to," Jaime said, not reacting to the bite in his words. "Just a few bites, that's all I'm asking for. Pweaseeee!"

Pezzy glared at Jaime, but he knew the silent protest wasn't going to work. Jaime could be a stubborn bitch when he wanted to, and clearly this was going to be one of those times.

Why is Droid so much under his skin? What happened from 'don't trust anybody' to 'listen to anything Droids says'?

Oh... I see it flying out there from the window... welp, we fucked.

"You know what? Fuck you, bitch!" Flipping him off with one hand, Pezzy lifted up the toast with the other and took a small bite from the corner.

The peanut butter was sweet but not too sweet, pairing nicely with the nuts and seeds in the bread itself. As soon as he swallowed the first bite, his stomach seemed to please for more because of another growl, still pretty traumatized remembering how little food he'd had that day. Next thing he knew, he'd eaten the entire piece of toast, and Jaime was giving him a knowing smirk.