Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
He didn't know why he'd ever thought Soh would judge or criticize the limited choices. She'd never given him cause to suspect she was picky or difficult, but hearing her reassurance paired beautifully with that smile just solidified it. Zavien relaxed, his breaths coming easier, not having noticed how tense he was. He'd already screwed up so much, could a sad breakfast have made it that much worse?
Having already gawked quite openly at her, he was doing his best to find a balance between looking at her and looking anywhere but her. It made maneuvering around the small kitchen difficult, and when she slipped past him to claim the eggs, he froze, his other senses over aware of how she brushed past his bare chest. He was stunned by how everything about him wanted to lean into her, tingling where the echo of her presence still sang across his skin, immediately regretting not putting a shirt on.
His response was almost choked, strained as it tried to sound light. "Scrambled is perfect."
Zavien turned to stare intently at the toaster where he inserted the bread. He seemed very determined not to let them burn despite the timer meant to prevent that. Only her voice filtered through the concentration, his head turning to look at her with surprise. "Really?" For a second, he hesitated to ask, but figuring it couldn't do any harm, he probed gently. "Like family or friends or... ?" Lovers?
Having already gawked quite openly at her, he was doing his best to find a balance between looking at her and looking anywhere but her. It made maneuvering around the small kitchen difficult, and when she slipped past him to claim the eggs, he froze, his other senses over aware of how she brushed past his bare chest. He was stunned by how everything about him wanted to lean into her, tingling where the echo of her presence still sang across his skin, immediately regretting not putting a shirt on.
His response was almost choked, strained as it tried to sound light. "Scrambled is perfect."
Zavien turned to stare intently at the toaster where he inserted the bread. He seemed very determined not to let them burn despite the timer meant to prevent that. Only her voice filtered through the concentration, his head turning to look at her with surprise. "Really?" For a second, he hesitated to ask, but figuring it couldn't do any harm, he probed gently. "Like family or friends or... ?" Lovers?
