It seems like Chris has been gone forever, but Derek knows that he has to make deals with people so their little family can live without any debts or hardships, but he also knows that Jules is missing his Dad-- Derek can sense it. Still, it gives him time to cook a meal of Hachis Parmentier for the two of them. By the time Chris is home, Derek's got the table set, with the food in the center, a bottle of red wine settled beside two glasses, and Jules settled in his arms as he coos quietly.
Chris is exhausted when he makes it home. It's been a long day of posturing and thinly-veiled intimidation, both things he's never really had a taste for. He's good at it, but he doesn't enjoy it. What he does enjoy is coming home, opening the door, smelling rich food and knowing that just inside the door are the two people he loves most in the world.
He takes his time shedding his jacket and stowing his bag, but only because it gives him time to sort of switch modes. By the time he comes to stand in the doorway, he's more relaxed. A father and a partner, rather than a cold-blooded weapons dealer.
"You didn't have to cook," he says, folding his arms across his chest. There's a small, contented smile on his face. "But it smells incredible." It's the best kind of comfort food, the kind he was raised on. Guyere cheese and meat and potatoes: what more could a man want?
