❝ let me help with that. ❞ ( brokcnbrain )
Marie, well, Marie obviously wasn’t interested in food preparation, and Vincent, try as he might, didn’t seem to know all of his basic food groups, and his tics would, at times, get in the way of cooking.
Alex, on the other hand, still needed to be in control of his food preparation, or at least see it being done. As much as he loved the other two…holding their hands was okay–he could wash his hands–he could not wash the inside of his stomach.
Still, today had been a bad day. And by bad day, it was a day where Alex had already washed the tomatoes three times and disinfected the counter four and he hadn’t even started prepping the actual meal because all he could think about was the fact that the lettuce hadn’t been washed even once yet and–
❝ let me help with that. ❞
Alex jumped when Vincent’s voice broke through his thoughts. Blinking slowly, he stared down at the colander full of tomatoes in his hand, before shaking his head, and pulling it closer to him.
“No, it’s fine.” He said. “I can handle it.”
Vincent glanced over at the clock, before insisting again that he should help. Alex looked at the clock himself, letting out a small sigh as he realized the time.
It was getting late, and if it got too late, Marie would go to bed without dinner, and if she went to bed without dinner, she’d break her streak of eating at every meal, and if she did that, she’d probably stop eating altogether, and if she stopped eating altogether, she’d end up in the hospital again, and if she ended up in the hospital again, Vincent would blame Alex for everything and leave him and Alex would have to go back to the fucking facility with Dr. Rose and then he’d be back at square one except it’d be even worse becau–
“I can do it.” He insisted again, turning around, and bringing the colander back to the sink. Wash the tomatoes.
Obviously, dinner had to be good. If dinner wasn’t good, Marie wouldn’t want to eat it, and if she didn’t eat it, she’d break her streak of eating at every meal, and if–
Vince was still there. Asking to help. Asking if he could do something to hurry the process along. Alex just shook his head, examining the tomatoes closely.
No. This wasn’t good enough. Not even close.
“Alex, stop, it’s fine.” Vincent insisted, taking hold of the colander.
“No, it’s not.” Alex said, pulling it back. “I’ll let you know when it’s fine. It isn’t right now.”
It became a back and forth, with both of them raising their voices until–
“VINCENT I SAID STOP IT!!”
The colander clattered to the ground, and the tomatoes rolled just about every which direction, one of them even squishing as droplets of water splashing everywhere as Alex dropped to the ground, collecting them in a hurry.
“Sorry–I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–I didn’t mean to…” He rushed out his apologies, scrambling to collect the tomatoes, “You and Marie should just go out and get something to eat before the places close. You can take some of my cash, I’ll…I’ll figure out something for myself, so I won’t hold you two up. Just…just go, and I’ll clean all this, it’s–” Alex froze as he looked up, only to see Vincent kneeling in front of him, looking at him with such a gentle gaze, Alex was sure he could hear his own heart thumping in his chest.
“…You should…you should go.” He repeated again, softer this time. “I don’t want to…you like that pizza place, don’t you? The one with the insufferable amount of grease…the one that you swear doesn’t have rats in the kitchen…you should go. The two of you. You haven’t been in awhile, have you, right? Marie would like that…”
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