Aaron

[mooningremus]

Remus' good spirits had come to a grinding halt after his encounter with Willy. It was the indifference that was the worst part of it. It wasn't just that Willy hadn't loved him. It seemed he thought nothing of him at all. Even if he'd cared about him as a friend, he wouldn't have let him think this whole time that he'd d been the one to ruin it...

His finger felt naked without the ring. And he couldn't face going back to the flat. Not tonight. He almost went to a hostel. But there was one person he could call.

Or rather, he texted: Is there any way I might stay with you tonight?

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[mooningremus]

Well, Aaron had said it. Friends with benefits. He really couldn't be more clear. And see, this was clear from the start. Much better than with Willy, who confused him right out of the gate with that "I'll love you for a week" nonsense.

"All right then, good, we're sorted," said Remus, and nodded.

[quitollis]

Aaron smiled. This was better. It wouldn't lead to disappointment, and it might save his friendship with Remus, which was starting to mean a lot to him.

"I've got a bit of a night off, tonight," Aaron said, changing the subject. "If you like, we could watch a movie. There's a television."

[mooningremus]

"That would be lovely," said Remus, thinking how awfully normal. That made him smile. "Thanks again for letting me come over, I just didn't want to be alone."

[quitollis]

"Always," Aaron assured him with a smile. "I should probably buy something for dinner and snacks for the film. And drinks - there's nothing here beyond tea and water."

[mooningremus]

Remus considered this for a moment and then said, "If you're going to go to the store anyway, I could cook, though..." He sighed and set down the teacup. "Why don't we just go to my flat. You're right, I should leave, but I can't right away, and there's no good reason not to use it. And I don't mind being there tonight, as long as I'm not... you know. Alone."

[quitollis]

"Oh, sure," Aaron agreed. "A home-cooked meal; that's been a while," he laughed.

[mooningremus]

Remus beamed. "Oh good! I love cooking." And Aaron wasn't a vegetarian, he had that on Willy. "Let's do that, then. Might as well make use of the place while I have it, hmm?"

[quitollis]

Aaron smiled, liking the enthusiasm he'd caused. It was nice seeing Willy smile.

They left then, to Willy's apartment and arrived there a few tube stations later. It was very different from the priest's flat. Very bohemian. Clean, but clearly suited for a more vagrant and free life-style.

"This is nice," Aaron said, politely.

[mooningremus]

"Certainly nice than other places I've lived," Remus said. "Though I didn't really... redecorate or anything. Since it didn't feel like mine. Wine?" He bent over the fridge. "And I have... hmm, pork chops, and let's see, enough root vegetables to roast."

[quitollis]

"Sounds delicious already," Aaron said and walked to the fridge. "Let me get the wine, at least. I hate feeling useless."

[mooningremus]

Remus handed him the bottle; it was a cheap white. "Corkscrew is in the drawer to the left of the sink," he said.

Then as he pulled out a few more things. "Also there's a loaf of fresh bread just there - why don't you cut some slices to snack on while I cook? And..." He pulled out a small container. "Honey butter." He'd gotten into the habit of keeping that around because of Willy but he'd gotten accustomed to it.

[quitollis]

"Yes, of course," Aaron said, happy to help. He poured wine in two glasses first and set one on the counter next to Remus. "There you are."

He took a drink first and then sought out the bread and butter. "You enjoy cooking?" he asked, pleasantly.

[mooningremus]

"I do," said Remus pleasantly. "Especially when I have decent ingredients." He pulled out a cutting board and started to cut a squash into cubes. "I can do a lot of this with magic, but... I like the process."

[quitollis]

"And there's no rush," Aaron said as he sliced the bread. "I've never really taken the time to learn."

[mooningremus]

"Would you like to halve the brussel sprouts when you're done with that?" asked Remus, looking over his shoulder at him and smiling. Finished with a squash, he picked up the wine glass and had a drink.

[quitollis]

Aaron nodded and smiled back. "Are you going to make a cook out of me?" he asked, amused. This was nice. This was almost normal.

[mooningremus]

"Would you like me to?" asked Remus, and then teased, "Because unfortunately I can't teach you magic and I have a very limited skillset beyond that."

[quitollis]

"Might be nice if I could do more than boil an egg," Aaron admitted.

[mooningremus]

"If I give you a knife you're not going to injure yourself are you?" Remus said with a laugh. Then paused. "No wait, I'm guessing you know your way around the knife. But try not to destroy the brussels."

[quitollis]

Aaron smiled. "I will try my best," he joked in return.

"I tried my hand at wood carving for a time," he remarked, conversationally. "Thought it would be nice to teach my hands some finer art." Instead of the blunt instruments they were.

[mooningremus]

"I'm not sure that chopping vegetables really qualifies," Remus chuckled. "But wood carving seems like it might be a nice hobby."

[quitollis]

"There was a shed behind the church. It was perfect for it. I've always built furniture, but it was a nice change to have a go at something more delicate," Aaron mused. "In any case, I'm fairly sure I can manage the vegetables."

[mooningremus]

"Here you are," said Remus, and handed him the knife. Their fingers brushed, and it was completely ludicrous how that touch sent a zing through Remus.

[quitollis]

Was he still under the influence of Julian's poison, Aaron wondered. But no; this was nothing like that. The touch didn't bring about an irresistible urge to take him up against the kitchen counter, right here, right now. There was definitely something, in his gut, but Aaron found he could resist it. This wasn't poison; these were unfortunate natural emotions. Despite better judgement he was forming feelings.

He smiled, as if nothing was amiss, but his eyes locked with Remus' for a moment. God, he had beautiful eyes.

[mooningremus]

Remus smiled at him and then looked away. "Halves," he reminded him as he gathered up the swash he'd chopped into a bowl with some olive oil.

Then perhaps because he too was taken by that lingering moment, he said, "You know, typically when I meet someone new I'm most worried about telling them about the wolf, or worse, them seeing it."