@alteringduality
Reagan had not intended to stay with the Advocates for as long as they had and doubly not intended to allow their roommate to somehow take up a place of importance in their life. Yet, here they were. Not only had Nolan’s side of the room become an even bigger safe haven than their own, but Reagan caught themselves seeking out things that they knew the other would enjoy or find amusing. Partly just because they knew he’d enjoy it and partly because it was one small thing they could do to try and give back some of what Nolan’d offered them.
Which was what led them down a rabbit hole of recipes the night before that all promised to be good at building and maintaining muscles.
Or something.
Now that they were looking at it though, Reagan was seriously debating scrapping the whole thing and making some pancakes, but instead they carefully juggled two jars and two mugs back to their shared room as quietly as they could. Setting all four on the nearest nightstand, they had to forcibly suppress the desire to slip in next to Nolan where they knew it was warm and soft and just…nice. Their own bed was never as nice, though it probably had nothing to do with the mattress or blanket and everything to do with the missing extra body but that was neither here nor there.
No, they were trying to be considerate.
Especially because they knew the stupid loud alarm would be going off any minute now and just settled on the edge of their own bed to glare daggers at it as it jarred their nerves along with effectively waking Nolan up.
The urge to crawl into bed was even stronger as they watched the other wake up, so they buried their hands in their sleeves, crossing them over their chest, and waiting patiently for either them or the food to be noticed. A subconscious small smile played on their lips as they waited before giving a small shrug and motioning a sleeve towards the jars.
“The internet gods said that chia-pudding is great for protein and omega-3’s and other random words that I am pretty sure mean for healthy fit people so…I tried. I’m not sure I did it right because honestly, the berries and bananas look like the only eatable - edible- part. …I may have accidentally made glue? I’m not sure. But uh, I could go make pancakes?”
Reagan had a rambling problem when they got insecure and used the pointing hand to physically cover their mouth instead while they waited with literal bated breath to see if Nolan would even taste it, all while internally warring over if they should even *allow* him too.