Cool okay. Uh. Right. He left the bracelet back in the living room so he can put it back on—

Fuck he hates his backlash so fucking much. Fuck.

Okay back to the bedroom with him because apparently now he is capable of genuinely believing that good things are real rather than just saying whatever sounds like the correct next thing to say while trying to have as few thoughts as possible.

Haru's on the phone texting Tess an apology.

And Jaeha can climb back in bed, he supposes, though now he doesn't know... what to do with himself. Because, uh. Why did he climb back in bed again. They're not really having a conversation anymore. But he doesn't have a reason to do anything else.

Uhhhhh.

Haru finishes his text and collects his pants. "I can order sushi or something else that'll survive a delivery in the cold?"

Oh riiiiiight they're not like dating or anything, that's right, there is no reason for them to do anything else together. "If you want." But also he barely got used to looking at Haru naked and doesn't want to stop. Haru's so hot.

You fucking simp.

"I could still make dinner though."

"Oh if you want to do that then by all means."

He is having unidentified feelings again, isn't that nice. He loves it when that happens.

Maybe he should've kept the bracelet off.

"No reason to break the streak today. ...well, at least no reason given that we got you to zero quickly enough."

"What's for dinner?"

"Is there anything in particular you want for dinner?"

"I dunno what you have groceries for on hand. Chili, if I'm assuming you can pull the ingredients out of thin air."

"Well, I'll go see if I do have ingredients for that. I've been trying to keep the pantry and fridge well-stocked." He gives Haru's abs one last mournful look and then hyup kitchenwards.

(He himself has not put clothes on. Haru said he's attractive, the house is well-heated, and he has aprons, so, nyeh.)

Then he will get to catch Haru looking at his ass, once Haru emerges from the bedroom about twenty minutes later.

It feels good to be wanted. 

(There's a feeling there again that he doesn't understand. He doesn't like it.)

(He maybe understands it a little, actually, but he'd rather not, so instead he doesn't.)

"Chili is a go."

"Oh good. Does it come with cornbread?"

"Yes it does."