41. Comfort Food! Writer's Choice
comfort food
(post s2, Romeo redemption. I completely ignored the sentence limit lmao)
“Good morning, Romeo.” Seeing Jesse in pajamas and not armor bordered on uncomfortable after everything that’d happened.
Romeo simply grunted and shuffled past, rubbing his eyes. Sleep was still new to him, after decades of never needing to. He sat at an empty table, still wary of Jesse. Why extend so much hospitality after receiving nothing but pain and difficulty?
Jesse stood, moving to the counter.
“I uh. Made breakfast. I figured you’d like something nice to eat after-“ Romeo gave them a look between annoyance and pleading when they turned to him. He didn’t deserve to be pitied. “Um. Here. It’s my recipe.” They put a plate down in front of him.
Bread.
Still warm.
Romeo couldn’t pull his eyes from the plate, hot tears clouding his vision. Fresh bread...
Just like Fred used to make.