#jesus.6

It felt so fucking natural to wander around Jesus’s kitchen after a fight and know he’d spend the night here. He’d quasi-moved in to help with Flower during the mist, and it even if it had his heart beating a mile a minute when he considered how fast they’d moved, it didn’t scare him. This was Jesus. They knew each other. He could move around here comfortably. 

Tyler cracked a beer for his boyfriend and grabbed himself some juice, sneaking Flower a small piece of cheese. His very refined and elevated meal of nachos with some chicken on top was in the oven. It felt domestic in a settling sort of way. 

“I know you’re not gonna be surprised that I thought you looked fantastic out there,” he said as he leaned against the counter to watch Jesus come in, “But you really looked fantastic out there. I always like watching you fight. Food’s in the oven if you just wanna crash on the couch. I’m watching it.”