The kitchen is quiet at the moment. Then again, it always quiet when Jameson is in it. The mute man is silently whistling as he grab items from the cupboard and refrigerator to make into an early dinner. Tonight he decides that freshly made tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich will hit the spot.
The butter sizzles on the pan as he continues to gather up ingredients. That's probably why he doesn't hear the footsteps from behind.
"Hey, JJ?"
Jameson turns to meet the green eyes and smiles.
Hey Anti.
Anti looks towards the ground and shuffles his socked feet. His right hand rubs the back of his head as he tries and fails to make his mouth work. All the words just seem to hard to push through from his mind to his mouth. Yet Jameson has always been patient. Too patient according to all the others in the house.
"Look, it's about what happened the other day," the taller man finally says. He glances a quick look into the pretty blue eyes and then looks away again.
A tap on the left shoulder makes Anti look back into the angelic face.
You have nothing to apologize for, Anti.
The green haired man shakes his head, his expression full of a sadness that pulls at something between them. Jameson suddenly wants to hug Anti. Hold him until something different happens, but he doesn't do it. Instead he turns back to the pan and continues making food. Anti sits down at the kitchen table. The chair that is closest to the mute and runs a hand through his hair as he tries to think of some good reason why he should still be in the room. The green eyes watch Jameson as he shuffles from the counters around him and grab a plate and bowl.
Eventually, the room is filled with the smells of rich tomato soup and browned cheddar cheese. Anti's mouth opens in slight surprise when a plate and bowl are placed in front of him.
"I didn't want you to make me any- "
Jameson's lips against Anti's forehead stops his words. The warmth of the kiss burns in ways that Anti just can't understand. His stomach feels odd. As if he's had too much to eat and not enough at the same time.
I like making food for you.
Another smile, and then Jameson busies himself back at the stove. His small hands a blur as he makes a second meal and his bare foot tapping out to a song that only he can hear. Anti takes a small bite of the grilled cheese sandwich. It's full of creamy cheese and butter and is absolutely wonderful, just like Jameson's food always is.
"Have you...seen Robbie lately," Anti asks quickly.
Jameson stiffens at the question, but then gives a silent sigh and shakes his head no.
"Oh," Anti mutters, more towards his sandwich than the Jameson. "I was hoping that..."
Jameson turns his head, but Anti is now just stirring his soup absentmindedly. His gaze far off and full of a weariness. Another desire to hug him flows through Jameson, and this time he does. In two long strides he wraps his arms around Anti and holds his close. Anti smells faintly of aftershave and stale beer, and Jameson inhales deeply.
"I didn't mean to scare him," Anti says in the crook of Jameson's neck. "I just wanted to show him something beautiful. I promise that's all that I was doing. He hates me now, doesn't he?"
Anti feels the mute's arms tighten around him.
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