It had been two days since his father showed movement and muttered a few words, but there had been no follow-ups. Still, everyday, Aaron made time to pay his dad a visit. It was never a set hour since his schedule had been all over the place after the storm, but this time, he seemed to have lined up with Declan’s security shift at the hospital. Even more, he estimated he’d make it there around his break, so on his way there, he stopped by Popeyes to order some food for them, knowing full well the other wouldn’t be able to resist. It wasn’t often Aaron bought fast-food, but with everything that’s happened, he took a break from counting his macros. He sent Declan a text to let him know. With how long they’ve known each other, he already knew what his go-to order was for most places, so he didn’t ask.
Plopping the take-out bag down on the table in the cafeteria of the hospital, he pulled out a chair to sit and started to take the food out of the bag. “Out of spite, I thought of going to Mickey D’s,” he deadpanned, indirectly calling back to the time the other had them wait more than an hour in line for the Popeyes Chicken Sandwich when it first came out. It was the last time Aaron ever step foot at Popeyes, and he knew on his friend’s list that Burger King always came first before Mcdonald’s. “Get us some Egg White Delights with a hashbrown to put right at the center.” As usual, he always had to play out, but after saying it, he almost regretted the decision of not going out of his way to buy it for himself. He’d usually eat it without the hashbrown because of the macros, so thinking about it made his mouth water. “Consider yourself a lucky son of a bitch the hype died down because I was not about to wait more than 20 minutes for this. You tell me I’d have a 6 out of 10 sandwich in 7 minutes or a 9 out of 10 sandwich in an hour, you better believe I’m taking the 7 fucking minutes one. Never do that to me again.”
