This is a continuation to Cannibal Jello's "Living Together Can Be" and it's sequel "Living Together Can Be Prt. 2" by me.

This is scene 3.

Anyway, BEFORE you read this please read her's and mine first.

Warning: Contains male/male interaction. If this bothers you, please do yourself a favor and not read it. K? You'll only upset yourself further.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or the first story…but I do however, own this story.

Living Together Can Be…Interesting.

Scene 3: The Dining Room

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"Hey Dave?"

"What?"

"Where's the candles Alyssa gave us?"

"What's it matter?"

"C'mon! Their good candles!"

"Depends on where you plan on placing 'em."

"Not up your ass, if that's what your thinking."

"…don't be such a smartass, Kev."

"I'm not! It was a joke! C'mon, Dave. Where are they?"

"Bottom drawer in the oak cabinet. Brown paper bag."

"…found 'em!"

"Are you giving them away?"

"No. Why would I? She gave them to us."

"Because you wanted them."

"So?"

"Just checking."

"How's the book?"

"Interesting. Shouldn't you be studying to retake that S.T.A.R.S. exam again?"

"I will later. I'm cooking dinner so don't come out here until I say so."

"Don't tell me you're cooking another roast again…"

"Oh hell no! I learned my lesson the last time I cooked that!"

"Yeah, after I made you clean it up."

"It was an accident!"

"That's not what Alyssa called it."

"Ouch. Don't remind me about what she said."

"What that— "

"I said don't, Dave!"

"You knew that her and Yoko would be here and I told you to prepare early and to read the cookbook carefully!"

"I know! I did! At least, I thought I was doing a decent job..."

"Until it exploded and nearly damaged our stove. Christ, Kev. Do you know how much I had to spend just to make sure it was still okay to use?"

"Probably more then my life, I'll bet."

"You got that right."

"Well, tonight is special. So no roast and if anything explodes I'll pay for it this time."

"That doesn't sound too reassuring."

"I know. Just trust me this time okay? What I'm making should be okay and it doesn't take a genius to cook this particular dish and not make it explode."

"I know. Your IQ level dropped several points the last time."

"It was a month ago!"

"And you haven't cooked a single meal since then."

"Because you wouldn't let me!"

"My point exactly. So going back to the original topic; why did you ask for the candles?"

"I'm not telling you, Dave. Tonight is special."

"How special?"

"You can come out now. Dinner's ready."

"Kev, I don't see why— "

"Ta-da!"

"Spaghetti and meatballs with choice of garlic bread or bread with butter."

"And wine to drink."

"Who gave you the wine?"

"Gosh Dave, you have to analyze everything that I do? Okay, George. It's from George, for us. It's from his collection."

"Then what's the occasion?"

"Look around."

"……"

"Figured it out yet?"

"Should've figured from the colors and the arrangement…including the candles."

"Well?"

"You didn't burn anything from what I can tell."

"No. Nothing at all. I took my time this time around and actually made a dinner that worked for both our sakes. Sit."

Kevin takes David's hands in his and smiles at his life partner.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Dave. I love you."