#zelenchai

I really hope you enjoy this fic. I'm not usually an angst writer, but I tried my best and I hurt my own feelings a bit when writing this, so I hope it hits the spot!

Also it's a sequel to another fic. It can be read alone, only thing you need to know is soulmates have a physical connection that heals and allowed Pete to magically take out a rival gang at the end of the fic.

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Half way out the door

There are fights before it, because of course there are. There is always an adjustment period when people move in together, when people have to learn to build a life together. The adjustment is harder when neither of those people have had to live independently before trying to figure out how to live independently together. 

Vegas had very distinct ideas about what a kitchen should look like, how it should be cleaned, what kind of foods should be available, even if they weren’t always eaten before they went bad. He claims a smaller prep kitchen and refuses to let any of the staff in other than to stock what he orders. Pete fought for a while, trying to talk sense into Vegas, the idea of food going bad sitting badly with him and feeling like his grandmother would be so disappointed with him for throwing out chunks of pineapple that had been allowed to go rotten. He gave up eventually when he realized there was a matter of pride there, something about providing for Macau, providing for him, that felt inordinately significant, that was linked so strongly to being a good brother, a good… whatever they are… that Pete realized it was more important to give Vegas this win.