Young Justice

“Roommates, two of them. We met in highschool and they’re basically family now.” Mostly because his own family was bad at hiding the fact that they didn’t want him around. “But they are pretty used to the late nights by now.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “I guess it’s sort of a nostalgia thing. We-we don’t have to eat here if you don’t want to. I just thought it might be a nice change of pace from the office.” Not to mention he technically owned the property to keep his dad’s memory alive.

“Not really,” he shook his head. “More like it was the nicest place he could afford. And it’s not too busy. Dad was a bit paranoid.” Tim scratched the back of his head. Of course his father had been paranoid, anyone would be if they were trying to hide from the mob. “But I guess the emptiness helps us too. Gives us time to talk.”

Peter got them a booth hidden in the back and sat across from him, Peter was starting to fall in love with his friend but he was unsure of his friends feelings for him and unsure of his own feelings as well. “., they make a soup that taste exactly like how my grandfather used to make back in Romania .. “ he told him resting his chin on his hand a smile on his face .

“What, you talk up their bratwurst and then you tell me we’re getting soup? Gods you’re a piece of work.”

Conner leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He hated to admit it, but there was no way even he would go out there unless there was a really good reason. So far, avoiding awkwardness was big enough a problem. “You don’t have anyone expecting you home right?” Since she didn’t have a boyfriend and didn’t seem the type to still live with her parents, it was kind of a stupid question to ask.

Peter laughed at the joke and turned around to face kaldur, “I won last year finally! Stuffed so many in my mouth felt like I would be bloated for a week but it was worth it~”

“I certainly hope it was worth it.” He was almost sick himself thinking about all that food. “What was your record?”

“57 sausages all put away ..” he patted his flat stomach as they entered the small restaurant , “.. and yes I’m still proud of that “ he laughed . “.. so what about you, you good At stuffing your mouth?”

“I guess you could say that...” he smiled, following the other inside. “Though my record is only three in one sitting.” He wasn’t sure whether or not the conversation was still on actual food.

Peter raised his brows and smirked “well I’m impressed ..” he playfully nudge him with a wink, he liked Kaldur he was a great friend to him .

He rolled with the nudge and laughed. Peter had never been just a friend to Kaldur. He had fallen in love the moment they met. “Is there something here that your favorite?”

Tim focused on the road the rest of the way, only stealing a glance when he was sure she wasn’t looking. He wasn’t sure why he cared if she saw. He was only looking at her. Finally the awkwardness was broken when they pulled into the parking lot of one of his favorite restaurants. “My dad always took me here when I was little.”

Peter laughed at the joke and turned around to face kaldur, “I won last year finally! Stuffed so many in my mouth felt like I would be bloated for a week but it was worth it~”

“I certainly hope it was worth it.” He was almost sick himself thinking about all that food. “What was your record?”

“57 sausages all put away ..” he patted his flat stomach as they entered the small restaurant , “.. and yes I’m still proud of that “ he laughed . “.. so what about you, you good At stuffing your mouth?”

“I guess you could say that...” he smiled, following the other inside. “Though my record is only three in one sitting.” He wasn’t sure whether or not the conversation was still on actual food.

He shrugged. He never really looked for relationships, so it wasn’t like he had an eye on any particular kind of person. “I’ve been out in worse, but yeah, this is intense.”

Peter laughed at the joke and turned around to face kaldur, “I won last year finally! Stuffed so many in my mouth felt like I would be bloated for a week but it was worth it~”

“I certainly hope it was worth it.” He was almost sick himself thinking about all that food. “What was your record?”

“That is what I’m in the mood for,” he insisted. Did she really not want to go? Was she trying to be polite? “Unless you have an objection.” That probably could have sounded more confident. He cleared his throat, hoping to break some of the tension.