It's not the first time that they've eaten breakfast together, but this
feels comfortable in a domestic in a way that it isn't, always. Jack leans
forward slightly, his arm still around Poison's waist, as he eats his eggs
one handed. Once they're done, he drizzles syrup over his waffles.
"Cut those up for me?" he asks. "You've got both hands."
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Date: 2016-06-02 10:31 pm (UTC)It's not the first time that they've eaten breakfast together, but this feels comfortable in a domestic in a way that it isn't, always. Jack leans forward slightly, his arm still around Poison's waist, as he eats his eggs one handed. Once they're done, he drizzles syrup over his waffles.
"Cut those up for me?" he asks. "You've got both hands."