the recovery project [2]

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fiona

"for fuck's sake, i don't need you to feed me, mom," he growls, smacking her hand away while cursing under his breath

"i'm trying to surprise you with a cuisine, asshole," she spits, setting the fork down. the bickering between the pair has been going on for weeks now. "but in case you were wondering, it was homemade tortellini."

"whatever," he chews, and she smiles in success that he doesn't seem to completely hate her cooking for once. why does everything he has to do always be so angry? eating, brushing his teeth, hell, even sleeping (which she's only watched him do once).

maybe he's still suffering.