No, no, you stay there and I'll come get you, I don't want you to fall. [ Beau huffs at him, already moving over. ] I just - y'know, I can't feel anything, so I don't know if the pan is hot or not.
I was gonna touch it. [ that would've been real bad ]
[ It's good that Issac reminds her - she's so used to doing things by herself. Having to do things by herself. She gives him a little smile, and reaches for him to help him walk again. ]
Yeah, yeah, I heard you. [ She says, fond. ] Help me figure out if the bacon's gonna burn or not.
[ he'll grin and hop off the chair, using it as a balance until he can slot himself against her side under her arm again like it's the most natural dang thing in the world. ]
Jeez, this is pretty hot! [ He'll poke at the bacon with whatever kitchen implement is at hand. ] I think we can save it from burning. [ with a little smile up at her. ]
Good. I can't stand wasting bacon. One of my friends, he -- [ A pause. Her expression shifts just slightly, and then she continues, looking down at the pan instead. ] He liked it completely burnt, you know that? Like almost a crisp. Fuckin' monster.
he catches the way she pauses when talking about her friend, but man, he's the last person who can call that kind of stuff out when he can't talk about his own friends without having like six internal monologues go on. his brow furrows, but he'll smile a little, understanding, and just let her talk. ]
Most of what we did together was illegal so I can let it pass. [ She says, eyes on the bacon. A bit more light, like she's trying to distract from the melancholy in her expression: ] Not gonna let that shit pass for you, though. Don't do drugs.
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Shoot! Sorry, Beau. I'm just sitting here... what can I do to help?
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I was gonna touch it. [ that would've been real bad ]
1/2
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Yeah, yeah, I heard you. [ She says, fond. ] Help me figure out if the bacon's gonna burn or not.
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Jeez, this is pretty hot! [ He'll poke at the bacon with whatever kitchen implement is at hand. ] I think we can save it from burning. [ with a little smile up at her. ]
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Good. I can't stand wasting bacon. One of my friends, he -- [ A pause. Her expression shifts just slightly, and then she continues, looking down at the pan instead. ] He liked it completely burnt, you know that? Like almost a crisp. Fuckin' monster.
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aka isaac tries to duck, going "hey!"
but mostly just lets it happen.
he catches the way she pauses when talking about her friend, but man, he's the last person who can call that kind of stuff out when he can't talk about his own friends without having like six internal monologues go on. his brow furrows, but he'll smile a little, understanding, and just let her talk. ]
Pretty sure that's, like, illegal.
[ helpfully, while turning the bacon over. ]
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Most of what we did together was illegal so I can let it pass. [ She says, eyes on the bacon. A bit more light, like she's trying to distract from the melancholy in her expression: ] Not gonna let that shit pass for you, though. Don't do drugs.
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[ gets all huffy n shit but
it's in some small part to help distract her from the sadness he can see around her eyes. ]
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Yeah I can, because I'm like twice your age. [ HE BABY. ] I'm older and wiser and shit. Probably.
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[ he's
teasing ]