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This is really embarrassing, but I have seriously sprained my ankle. I can more or less manage, but I can't quite manage carrying things, opening doors, and crutches, yet. I can eat take-out and delivery forever to avoid it, but I need some help with the cat-food and cat litter that got dumped just outside my door.

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"I really don't expect or want fancy food. I don't even care if it's hot." Look, he wants company, he wants his friends and this feeling of asking Anakin for companionship and an agreement that isn't just 'right now'? It feels... scary. Regardless.

With the water boiling, Anakin added the noodles and the hotdog bits.

"If you're okay with nothing fancy," Anakin said. "I'm down for it." Someday Anakin was sure Ben would just understand how much he liked him. Someday.

Now he was searching for a spoon to stir the boiling pot so the noodles didn't stick. That was key to the right consistency.

"But I'll clean up tonight. I won't make you do that right now."

"My chair has wheels," he protests. "I can get where I need to be and do the dishes sitting."

Fair was far, Anakin.

"Hey, I'm here to help you," Anakin said. That's what was fair today.

"I make the food, you eat it, I clean up. That's the deal. And then I have games for us to play."

He'll accept the deal this one time, and also? distracted. "What's the game?"

The noodles done, he turned off the heat and grabbed the strainer to ge rid of the water. That done, he eyeballed the amount of milk and butter to put in, then added the dehydrated cheese. He settled on using his right hand to stir, he did a bit better stirring than he had with the chopping.

"Resident Evil, Borderlands, Overcooked, a few of the Lego games."

"We're playing Lego." Yeah yeah video games, but still fun and less... intense and dark and easier for him to handle medicated.

And he would be medicated, thanks. Just as soon as he got some food to go with it.

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