late nights
Tristan: smiled back at him. "Exactly. Did you pay any attention to what I was doing with the pasta? Because pasta is like super easy to make." He replied, shifting the food around his plate to make it look like he'd eaten more as he was talking. Tris liked when Fitz was like this. He wasn't all that annoying to be around. "Oh yeah, absolutely. Some people get kicked out, just for coming out. I know I'm lucky. My mom doesn't really care. I think she kind of knew before I even did." He laughed. Tristan wondered why they were talking about this, but didn't really press. "You must have been hungry." He said as he noticed the clean plate. "I think I'm finished with mine if you want the rest of it." He said, pushing the plate towards Fitz. "Yes you're totally ruining my night. I had so much planned that I wanted to do." He said, rolling his eyes. "Seriously stop that. You're not bothering me. If you were I could just go to my room. A movie is fine."
Fitz: shrugged a little bit. "Um kind of. Something about boiling some water. We can go over it again later." He said and figured that pasta was better than nothing. And if he remembered correctly it was cheap to make a lot of. "Yeah, you're really lucky." He mumbled trying not to dwell on it, and hoped they could drop the subject now. "You sure?" he asked but didn't wait for a response before taking the plate and finishing Tristan's off as well. he moved to stand up. "Look I just have a lot of issues okay. And being a burden is one of them. So humor me by letting me think I am in the way or something." He told him and moved back into the living room trying not to hurt himself too much as he sat on the couch. "Got some blankets?" he asked and looked him over, glad that he was going to hang with him. He didn't really want to be alone.










