Taking It Slow (possibly discontinued)

Chapter 5- Justin's pov

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I checked my phone to see what time it was: 5:35. My alarm normally doesn't go off till 6, but I decided to get up anyways. I got out of bed and grabbed a light blue shirt and jeans. I started walking to the bathroom, but I decided to check on the guy. I quietly walked to the spare room he was in and looked inside. He was sleeping. I turned around and walked to the bathroom. I took a shower and then got dressed after I dried myself off.
I left the bathroom and walked downstairs into the kitchen. I decided to make bacon and eggs. I got out a pan, butter, 4 eggs, and a bag of bacon. I buttered the pan on the stove and cracked two eggs. I grabbed two plates from the cabinet white the eggs were getting ready. Once I thought they were done I put them on the plate and started making two more eggs. Once they were done I put them on the plate and made the bacon. I felt someone looking at me and turned around. I looked at the guy and smiled at him, "Good morning." I said to him. He was still wearing the red hoodie, but he did put the sweatpants on.
"Morning." He said back.
     "I'm making breakfast so go sit at the table." I told him. He walked out of the kitchen and I heard the chair get pulled out so I knew he found it. I finished making breakfast and grabbed some silverware. I took the plates and silverware to the table and placed a plate in front of him. "I don't know how you feel about bacon and eggs, but that's what I made." I told him.
    He looked down at the food and back at me, "I can eat this?" He asked.
    "Of course." I laughed. He then grabbed his fork and ate. I stared at him while he ate because of how fast he was eating. You'd think he hasn't had food in forever. I took that time to actually look at him. He had almost white, blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked young. I leaned back in my chair, "I never got your name." I said to him.
"Ian Lewis." He said looking at me.
"Justin Robinson." I told him. He didn't seem to be affected by the name. I reached my arm out to shake his hand and he took it. I looked at our hands and saw that his sleeve moved. I saw cuts on his wrist and frowned. Then his hand was yanked back and I looked at him. It looked like his face were showing many different emotions. He quickly got up and murmured a thanks that I barely caught. Before he could run, I grabbed his arm. I heard him let out a whimper and I immediately let go. "Sorry! I rgm- sorry." He stared at the ground. I got out my phone to check what time it was: 7:03 and sighed. "Listen, I gotta go to work. Do you want to come with or stay here?"