@dcvvnbrcck continued from here
Getting over Ryan had seemed impossible for a damn long time. In the 8 months they’d been together, he’d somehow managed to completely fill Benji’s time. And when he’d left, Benji couldn’t imagine going anywhere they used to go together alone, and that meant that he couldn’t go anywhere. Even his guest room was ruined. The only spaces that had been safe were the bathroom, the bedroom, and the living room, though of course the couch was a hard no. And then he’d met Roman, and the outside world didn’t seem so scary.
He was still working on sitting on his own couch without feeling like he was going to die alone, but the kitchen wasn’t so bad. He could be in here as long as he was busy, and it was about damn time he brought Roman food for once. He was just about finished with his eggs, the biscuits out of the oven, chattering away the whole time at Roman about some role he was actually excited for, for once, when he noticed the man just staring at him.
“It’s fine,” he answered, waving off Roman’s apology. “I was just, y’know, being chatty.” He pulled the biscuits out, sighing at the smell. They never came out like the ones back home, but they’d be pretty good, he had to admit. “Everything okay? I don’t have something on me or anything, do I?” For once, Roman coming over meant he had cleaned--not just the apartment but himself and his clothes. He actually thought he looked pretty good today, and while things in the kitchen weren’t spotless, Roman might actually believe that Benji was capable of more than ordering pizza and sulking.
