In the early days, just as Nick and Stephen was becoming Nick, Stephen and Connor strange things showed the adjustment.
Nick could not cook, he burned things, hard things, simple things, Nick was the reason take-out was invented. Stephen wasn't much better so whenever they were together dinner was take-out. Chinese, Italian, Thai, Mexican, Nick had take-out menus from every place that delivered within a 20 minute radius.
The first time Connor had joined them Nick had ordered and so used to ordering just for himself and Stephen he only ordered enough for two.
The look of hurt on Connor's face as they lay out the food was obvious and Nick's stomach clenched. He quickly assured him that he'd ordered for two because he wasn't very hungry. Connor had given him a disbelieving look and Nick had eaten what Stephen and Connor left.
Later that night Nick woke up with his stomach rumbling and extraditing himself from the knot of arms and legs on the bed wandered down to the kitchen.
That's how where Connor found him, five minutes later staring at the scrambled eggs in the saucepan which were stubbornly refusing to scramble.
Connor had laughed at him and grabbed the spatula out of his hand, scraping the egg mess into the trash before pulling fresh eggs from the fridge.
Connor smiled and kissed him as he finished the eggs and pushed his plate away a little sheepishly.
"Next time just remember to order dinner for three."