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Bram was downstairs in less than a minute, seated and ready to eat.

Simon carefully placed the bowl of tomato soup, pepper, and the first grilled cheese in front of him, going back to his second grilled cheese to flip it over.

he plated his own sandwich and sat down next to Bram, blowing gently at the soup.

"you paused the movie, right?"

Bram took a bite out of his grilled cheese and nodded. he swallowed, "yeah"

they ate dinner, making small talk out of anything because that's just how it was between them — they could talk about anything and everything non-stop.

they joked, made stupid book references no one else would've understood, and kissed here and there. Bram's cheeks filled with color every time Simon bit his lip and Simon thought that was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen in his years of existence.

and honestly Simon could get used to this, this domesticity. he could get used to making dinner with Bram, and cleaning up, and the cuddling that came afterwards.

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