"I'll cook," he murmurs, smiling a little as he thinks of it. "My grandma's pasta with kale and lemon. Mhmm. Cook up a really big bowl and get myself a glass of vodka. Yeah, that's what I'll do."
There's something wistful in his tone. He'll cook it for Riley, he thinks. He's always wanted to.
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Date: 2024-06-15 09:15 pm (UTC)There's something wistful in his tone. He'll cook it for Riley, he thinks. He's always wanted to.