This is what happens when he tries to make any type of food. Even getting the frying pan out from under the counter proved dangerous “Just cooking!” He called to Rachel, aggressively shoving the other pans and pots back into the cupboard. He stared at the failed cooking...
He laughed, resting a hand on a her shoulder "Yeah that's why we're going to be having take outs." He looked at the painting. It was more and more like the darker stuff she'd been doing when the nightmares got bad. "Rache, is everything alright?" He paused "asides from my cooking that is"



















