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Simple Pleasures

Normally, Brett would have hummed while cooking, but his throat was still pretty sore and the bandages were still pretty tight. Existing when every little yawn or sigh caused a round of coughing second only to the moment the entire audience would cough in between movements was exhausting.

Breakfast was one of the few meals Brett knew how to cook properly, as that was one of the few meals that was difficult to get delivered with it still tasting decent. Sure, he could mix together some simple soup or maybe even a mac and cheese if he felt adventurous. For breakfast today, though, he had decided on some kind of omelette he made up on the spot with some onions and garlic he had fried up in butter that he added a spoon of sugar to so they would be golden and not as sharp in the taste, then some salt and pepper and some pieces of nice ham he had Victor pick up on the way there before finally pouring the eggs over it all. Victor knew his hams like no other, and tasting while cooking was probably his favourite part. At least when swallowing didn't make him cough.

He plated it nicely, too. He made sure he had a few fresh cherry tomatoes and a crisp leaf of lettuce to lighten the heavy omelette. He made coffee with his expensive Brazilian coffee that he had gotten while visiting a business partner as a sign of friendship. It smelled heavenly while brewing and he even poured some milk in a small porcelain mug so Eddy could add some if he wanted.

All this, just so he could maybe tempt Eddy to eat something. Even if he only took one of the cherry tomatoes he would be happy with that, honestly. He hoped he would try the omelette he had spent a significant amount of time making, though he would definitely make him a new one if he wanted anything different. He just wanted Eddy to feel better. Who cares if he choked him, anyway? He lived, didn't he?

"Eddy? You awake?" Brett asked softly after knocking on his door. He had stopped referring to the room Eddy was kept as "the guest room" and went with "Eddy's room" instead. The door wasn't really locked anymore, either. He wasn't sure if Eddy had realized, though. "I brought some breakfast for you. Omelette."

Eddy grunted slightly, trying to hide under the duvet more. He was just trying to come to terms with his acceptance of death and the loss of everything he had ever loved. Death was easy but abandoning Alex was going to be the hardest part. Even leaving Brett with such bad memories was going to be hard. He really just wanted to be left alone but with the thought of bad memories in mind, maybe he should try to interact and give something to Brett to have better memories. Anything would beat him leaving Brett without word and strangling him.

So reluctantly he poked his head from out of under the covers, "Making breakfast just for me? That's sweet..."

He smiled, trying to be nice.

Brett stuck his head inside and gave a smile back at him. He loved Eddy's ruffled hair and that beautiful smile. He pushed the thought aside, though. They were just friends, after all.
"Yeah, I hope you like omelette, cause that's all I know to make," he chuckled slightly, trying to suppress a cough as he did. "May I come in with it? I brought coffee too."

"Well at least you can cook something. Yeah you can come in Bretty," Eddy sat up more properly, he was really going to try to make an effort. It was too early to give up on everything now. He would make these last days good. For himself and those around him. Even if that meant pretending to be happy.

Brett shut the door behind him as he entered with the tray, going to place it in Eddy's lap.
"You seem to be in a better mood today," he commented."I'm so happy to see it. I've been worried about you."

At least Brett bought him being in a good mood, Eddy thought, although feeling a lot miserable with a tad bit of self hatred because everything he ever did. But yeah, good mood, "You shouldn't be worrying about me, you should be taking care of yourself. But thank you."

"I am taking care of myself, and I'm taking care of you," Brett sighed, sitting down on the edge of Eddy's bed. Yeah, he also referred to everything in the room as belonging to Eddy now, apparently. "I like taking care of you and making you happy."

"Thanks Brett, for trying to take care of me. You're so sweet," Eddy looked down to the food placed in his lap. He still didn't think he deserved to eat but it would please Brett if he did. So he would.

"Of course, Eddy. It's the least I can do," Brett sighed, resting his head against the bedpost at the foot end of the bed. He didn't really have an excuse to stay there, Eddy was able to eat for wshimself, but he didn't really want to leave. He did have work to do, though, that he would have to get to eventually. "You feeling up to get out of bed today?"

"Oh sure, I guess," Eddy guessed that it would actually be best for him to not stay in bed all day. It kind of made him depressed to stay in bed all day. It would definitely be good for him to do something, "You want to do something?"

Brett smiled upon hearing Eddy was ready for that. It was really motivating to see that his work was paying off.
"We could go out? Maybe uh..." he ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe let me replace the clothes we ruined when you... uh... came to see me the first time...?"

"Oh sure, but how?" Eddy tilted his head as he grabbed the fork to start actually eat the omelette and show Brett that it was good. He took a ginger bite, it was in fact really good so he didn't have to fake that so it was a relief.

"I guess we go out and buy them..?" Brett said, not really understanding the question. "I'll pay, don't worry about that at all."
He gave another smile. It was good to see Eddy eating, and it was especially nice to see that he seemed to like the omelette too.

"We almost got killed from being in your garden, I don't know if going out to a store is safe," Eddy quirked an eyebrow as he continued to eat. He debated on throwing in a compliment about Brett's cooking.

"Fair," Brett nodded, fiddling a bit with the sleeve of his blazer. He hadn't really thought this through. "I mean uh... we could... wear some sunglasses or something? A hat?"

"A disguise?" Eddy snorted as he looked at Brett. He could hardly call a hat and glasses an effective one though. However, it did work for superman so maybe it could work for them.

"Yeah? I think it could work. Besides, we'll be driving to a shopping centre or something I guess, so not much time outside anyway. And I would assume killing us in a mall would be too public, right?" Brett said with a shrug. "I think it could work."

"I mean if they snipe us no one would know who did it, just that there was two dead people," Eddy said with a lopsided grin. Then he shook his head with a grin. Maybe it would work though. It would be fine probably. He would fight people again if he really had to, just like in the garden.

"I'm curious to how they would snipe us in the mall, honestly," Brett chuckled, feeling confident about this plan. "I think it'll be fine. Wanna go? I'll get you any clothes you want."

"Well it's quite easy actually but that's a story for a different time. Yeah I don't mind, we can go. You seem like you want to, and I'm okay with it, " Eddy cut up more of the omelette, just so he could eat more, "Breakfast is good today."

"Let's do that today, then," Brett smiled, feeling more relaxed now that Eddy was actually responding to his care. He was hopeful Eddy would be feeling okay while here. "I'm glad you liked it, I kind of experimented a bit with it."

"You did? With what?" Eddy asked curiously, he wanted to know just so they had common ground and to take his mind off of everything. That would do them well but mostly him, "So what mall do you want to go to, today?"

"I normally wouldn't fry the garlic with the onions, but I thought maybe it would soften up the taste a bit. Let me know what you think," Brett chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "And I dunno. I guess it depends on what kind of clothes you want? Still into Gucci?"

"I think it softens the taste too, would have been really good if you fried it in butter, and caramelized the onions," Eddy commented and smiled at Brett, cooking was kind of a comforting thing to him when nothing else was certain, "Yeah, I still like Gucci. Do you?"

"I guess, but I'm usually in suits so I don't really wear it much anymore," Brett shrugged with a small smile. It was difficult not to smile when he saw Eddy do it. "I've got a few items in my closet, though."

"I remember you wearing their shoes more than anything else. I liked their belts, " Eddy continued to munch until no more food was left. It was time to drink the coffee and feel more awake from it.