Where: Dirk and Bertram’s flat When: 3rd November 1982 Who: Dirk && @bertrey
It had been a long week. And it had only been a few days so far. To say he and Bertram had been avoiding each other was an understatement, helped by their opposing work schedules but Dirk quickly found himself missing Bertram and his confusion over the kiss didn’t feel like reason enough to keep away. Especially not when the biggest issue on his mind was that he didn’t want to lose this friendship. So, he went about trying to fix it by doing the one thing he always did if he wanted to show he cared: he made dinner.
He had gone on a little mission to seek out a decent recipe and then another one to buy the spices he would need and soon he was stood over a wok, treating it like his cauldron with the way he seasoned and flavoured. Maybe it was a coincidence that brought Bertram into the kitchen just as Dirk started to dish up or perhaps the smell of Thai curry permeating through their flat had become too tantalising but Dirk didn’t ask. He held out one of the bowls like a peace offering and his eyes flickered over to the table he had set for two. “Hi. Can we—” the words stuck in his throat so he gave up trying to ask and moved to sit down. “I missed you. And… I know that’s my own fault so I’m sorry. For freaking out.” His buried his teeth into his bottom lip and started to mix the curry and rice together without eating. He was sorry, too, for the radio silence since but he wasn’t sure how to address that. Rushing his morning routine to get out of the flat before Bertram emerged from his room and pushing the evenings later and later with overtime, knowing perfectly well his roommate would be out by the time he got home.