You, Me, Dinner and Movie(es)?

This is what happens when one has a really bad night of sleep (couldn't fall asleep until 3am and then woke up every hour or so =.=). Then, this morning, as I lay in bed turning and tossing as sleep refused to take me back, this came to me. XD Didn't know it would take me so long to put everything into words... Oh well, at least I finished it. :D Hope you enjoy.

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Thank goodness

Even from the distance, he could see that the house was dark -save for the TV, most likely- judging from the flashing bluish light. Turning off the engine, he gave a sigh. Usually, Thursdays meant extra long hours and by the time he got home, he would be drained. But at the same time, Thursdays also meant Francis would be working from home and he would be greeted by some tantalizing smell coming from the kitchen when he came back. The Frenchman would be over the stove, humming some nameless tune, all focused on his cooking, paying only the minimal attention to Arthur's grumbling about what an awful day it was- something about useless co-workers or stupid bosses. They would have a quiet dinner, and if he was lucky enough, he'd be treated for some special dessert…

"I am home," he said, more out of habit than anything, closing the door behind him. As expected, no answer. He made for the living room, disposing his coat on one of the free hooks on his way. Another sigh escaped him when he found the blonde asleep on the couch, some cartoon playing on the TV screen. For some reason, whenever he was sick, Francis would be prone to having Disney animations marathons. At first, he'd found it strange, perhaps amusing, but now it was just plain exasperating –had the man even moved at all since his departure? His mind set, he took the remote and switched it off. There, much better.

However, just as he sets the remote back on the table, his hand was grasped. Somewhat groggy blue eyes stared at him.

"what did you do that for?" they seemed to ask.

"You've been watching those stupid cartoons all day, it is enough." The other did not seem convinced. "Are you hungry? Want me to make you some food?" The distraction worked, judging from the instant horrified grimace he received. Taking advantage of that moment of stupor, he got up. "Now don't you worry, I am simply going to reheat some soup and some toast, nothing complicated about that."

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…Alright, so the bread was a tiny bit burnt around the edges and the soup somehow became somewhat thicker… So what? It just gives the toast little more character and there's nothing wrong with puree. In fact, why have boring soup when you can have puree?