#replying to queue

nova: i hope you know... i care a lot about you.

“ah, finally, you’re awake.” it’s been a long night for miguel, even longer when you factor in the time it took to get his unexpected guest home. and now, finally, she’s up and about. or, at least, that’s what miguel assumes when he hears the door open behind him. he’s standing in the kitchen flipping pancakes, just like his mom used to make, trying to make them as fluffy as she did. (he’s not sure if he’s succeeding.) he takes a few of the pancakes off the griddle, his first batch, and puts them on a plate, turning around. “first of all, i don’t like to be judgmental, but this is from an objective standpoint -- what you did last night? incredibly stupid.” he holds up a finger in case she gets any ideas about interrupting. “however, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering.” he turns around to check the pancakes still on the griddle and ensure they’re not burning -- they aren’t. he swivels back around. “and thirdly, breakfast will be ready soon.” that reminds him, he needs to start making the bacon and the eggs. in the meantime, though, he gestures to the bar stools at his kitchen counter (because what is a bartender without barstools at home, he supposes?). “please. sit.”