[ By the time Michael returns, Jim's in the kitchen lazily cooking dinner. It constitutes boiling pasta noodles and cooking mushroom soup with cream in it--the poor man's alfredo, said Jim's roommate once, and he'd be hard-pressed to disgaree.
He only notices Michael's done when turning to grab the pot lid for the noodles has him catching the other man out of the corner of his eye. Jim grins. ] Feeling better? [ The pot is covered and Jim makes some show of dusting his hands together. ]
sorry for the slow! rl has assaulted me
He only notices Michael's done when turning to grab the pot lid for the noodles has him catching the other man out of the corner of his eye. Jim grins. ] Feeling better? [ The pot is covered and Jim makes some show of dusting his hands together. ]
Blue looks good on you, man.