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He was not expecting Sterling to have fallen asleep part way through the movie. He was expecting even less to have Sterling leaning against his shoulder when he did so.

If he’d just fallen asleep on the couch, he might have tried to carry him to bed, or at least give him the couch and a blanket because Sterling was still, taller than him which would make it awkward.

Realizing he was asleep though, It was a bit like having your foot caught in a trap, but somehow, you also didn’t -want- to escape, so he just… stayed there,
It didn’t seem like Sterling was in a bad position, and if he could get sleep with sore ribs then this was fine…

He made himself as comfortable as he reasonably could without moving his housemate, leaned his head back and shut his eyes.

Maybe he could make cinnamon rolls tomorrow, the dough was prepped and waiting in the fridge because he’d planned to make them over the weekend, but tomorrow worked just as well, and the icing wasn’t too hard to make.

He remembered after a moment to find the remote, turning off the television and DVD player with a soft sigh.

who would have ever thought there would be a day he was used as a pillow?
he laughed softly before letting himself drift towards sleep.

He woke because Sterling stirred, freezing like he was caught in the headlights of an oncoming car as he felt Sterling shift, something soft brushing his temple before fingers traced through his hair again.

Breathing into the curve of his neck. Ohhh yeah, this was going to be awkward in a moment, or less.

“…. morning.” He said in a tentative whisper.
“h-how are you feeling? Um...I can bring you Asprin. And uh...that, cinnamon roll dough we made is still in the fridge. It shouldn't be a disaster because you helped make it.”

If he kept talking maybe he wouldn't think about the warm breath against his neck.

“I didn’t…say you had to move either.” He said glancing away as best as he could without…moving. “I mean if you’re comfortable….” He half whispered.

“I’ll make the rolls, don’t worry, I can… I can call questions, and, you, well you haven’t seen me try and bake on my own. I don’t know WHAT Elder god you sacrificed what bag of sugar to, but , things that are supposed to be dry are sticky, things that are supposed to be sticky are dry… it’s, not good. But if it’s just frosting I think I can do this.” He exhales softly.

“Are you, are you okay to sit up?” He asked gently.

“You don’t have to, I… I can stay here a while.” He sank his sharp tooth into his lower lip.

Yu sat and thought about it for a moment, like he was putting effort into showing thinking about it and then said, with great aplomb.

“….NOPE, not a lick.” He nodded. “… maybe part.” He added softly. “I was just never a fan.” He huffed a small laugh.

“And I’m not, I’m not gonna be offended. I said you could if you were comfortable.”
He huffed a small sigh and thought for a moment.
“Yeah… Cooking, you adjust to the temper of the ingredients, it’s….smell and taste and you need that flex, especially since ripeness and stuff can change how…uh yeah you know.” He huffed.

A flash of worry in his eyes at the sounds of pain, but he gripped the couch to try and make sure he didn't just...grab and try and pry details out of the attack out again. He should have more sympathy with street kids, but... they attacked STERLING, and that was just...
That just wouldn't do.

“All the rolls need is sliced up and put in a tray.” he promised.

I’ll get some ice packs on the table for you too.” He added anxiously. “I don’t… think we have any chocolate milk left but, I could make hot chocolate?” He offered tentatively.

He took a breath and then nodded.
“What kind of eggs?” He asked “…Omelet? scrambled? Fried? Over easy? Peached?” He very carefully moved an arm which was starting to come back to life and sensation, tweek at the braid still in Sterling’s hair.

“…I can even show you a move for self defense after the aspirin kicks in?” He offered.

“It’s really simple, promise.” He offered. “It’s something you could show your doctor friend too.” He added.

“I can show you how to do the fluffy eggs too.” He added and then thought carefully. “…do you want a bit of cheese mixed in? Like… a scrambled omelet?

He …wasn’t sure what still had the giggles being stifled but it was, it was kinda stupidly adorable. How was anyone so perfect, it almost hurt.

“A….Ah…” He sat for a moment slack jawed and a red creeping into his face.
“A-Anytime.” He said ducking his head slightly which he immediately regretted because his neck was -really- stiff from the edge of the couch, but Sterling was already upstairs and maybe that was good.

He folded over with a soft groan into his knees and tried to not read too much into what Sterling said.
“Ok… ok…” He whispered into his knees. “… Eggs… making sausage and eggs. We’re…making patties if we have any. I can not be held responsible for watching him eat sausage links right now.”

He stood up, slowly, but grateful that it was a nice house, it absolutely helped when he still did have spots that got stiffer than he thought they had any right to at his age.

“Right…” He rubbed at his neck and back.

“… right, breakfast… just…breakfast.” He sighed, and made his way to the kitchen to start setting up.