“ i    wasn’t    really    allowed    to    have    sleepovers    growing    up, ”    he   chuckled,   but   there   was   a   smidge   of   sadness   that   slipped   into   it.   his    mother   never   believed   anyone    would    treat   him   normally.     still,    it   was   something   he   had   longed   to   be   able   to   do.   he    can   recall   the    kids   at   school   talking   about   going   to   the   mall   together,   playing   video   games,   going   to   the   skatepark,   or   throwing   parties.  dylan    was   never   allowed   to   go.   not    that   he   was   invited   much,   but…  still.   there    was   a   smidge   of   bitterness   that   festered. “ bah!   at    least   i   get   to   enjoy   them   now, ” he   beamed,   grabbing   two   bowls   from   off   of   the   counter.   dylan   promised   to   cook   for   kurt   if   he   ever   slept   over.    “   it’s   storming   out, ”    stating   the   obvious   as   he   approaches. “ you know, stormy  weather   calls   for   soup,    ”   he   beamed,  holding   out   a   steaming   hot   bowl   to   the   other,   a   clean   washcloth   beneath   it   to   protect   his   hands   from   the  heat. “   tomato   basil   soup   and-    ”   he   sets   his   bowl   down   on   the   coffee   table,   speeding   back   into   the   kitchen.   it    was   still   a   mess…   but,   he   figured   that   he’d   return   to   clean   later.   right    now?   dylan    was   more   focused   on   enjoying   their   night.   lightning    flashes   lighting   up   the   small   residence.   “   a   five   cheese   grilled-cheese   sandwich   on   sourdough!   i    used   the   little   paper   mouthwash   cups  to   hold   some   options,    ”    he’s   practically   glowing   with   excitement.   “ okay. so. in   these   two   cups:   mushrooms   and   pesto.   i   read   online   that   they’d   be   really   frickin’   good,    ”    talking   as   though   he   were   on   a  cooking   show,   presenting   his   meal   to   the   judges.   “    and this   cup?   it is a little odd, but... blueberry    jam.   that    one    is   my   favorite   pairing.   creamy    and   sweet,    ”    his   stomach    rumbling   at   the   thought.   “   did   you   pick   out   something   you   wanted   to   watch,   curd?    ”