Nathan stood directly behind Pierre and two fastidious klokateers preparing what could only be described as a buffet, plate after plate of full English breakfasts. All of this to be sent via cart to where Charles still slept. At 8AM Nathan should be in bed, having had a couple hours or less of sleep from yesterday's all-nighter in the studio. But this morning he wanted to personally bring Charles' feast to him. It was his birthday after all. By no means has Charles gone a single day without a near celebratory amount of decadent dinners, deserts and treats in the past year; but this time Nathan absolutely couldn't miss a minute of the big day.
It started with Nathan wanting to be present for every meal. At first there were three, full and hearty meals sent to the CFO headquarters at a specific time every day. With the food always came Nathan, who seemed to wait with bated breath until every bite was gone. Initially this had taken a while, as the foods were heavy and Charles was suffering from nausea and other ailments related to his injuries. That /and/ he was very used to small portions at sporadic times throughout the day, basically whenever he allowed himself a break a half of a sandwich or granola bar would do. Plenty of water, light snacking, and his infallible exercise routine had kept Charles fitting comfortably in size 34" slacks since college.
That was of course before he traded his afternoon gym session in for crawling into bed an hour early, writhing in the torturous pain of his poorly healed torn ligaments and permanently injured back. Rehab and proper healing had been pushed to the wayside once he was up and functioning enough to return to Mordhaus. He refused to spend even an extra day in hospital care. He had work to do. No time for therapy he claimed, not a single session for the man who had all but died.
And this was also before he began vigorously eating every snack Nathan brought to his desk. Before breakfast became a five course meal. Before his sweet, doting, possibly paranoid lover began spoon-feeding him when he started slowing down on his plates. Every single opportunity for Nathan to fill Charles to the brim with precious nutrients was seized. Food was a vessel for love and for care to Nathan, and soon that sentiment transferred to Charles.