Allen woke up slowly to the smell of burning toast and what might have been eggs. He slowly rolled over and scrunched up his face after a failed attempt at stretching his legs a la lasts nights mental breakdown. He sat up and yawned before stretching his arms and slowly moving out of the bed. He reached out with his left hand to pull the slightly ajar door open and step out of his room.

Stepping into the small hallway of his apartment he walked slowly and with his hand against the wall to look out at the small dining room and kitchen area, where Kanda had managed to make breakfast. Albeit sloppily, but that wasn't Allen's main concern.

"Morning moyashi."

"Morning Kanda..."

Kanda looked over at Allen and glared briefly "You should eat."

"'m not hungry..."

"Not being hungry isn't an excuse, eat. I don't care if it's a piece of toast."

Allen huffed "My stomach is still rolling..."

Kanda snorted "Toast."

"Do you want me to throw up?"

"You're being over dramatic, i know you can hold down your food better then that."

Allen rubbed his face "Make it for me... please?"

Kanda nodded and went back to cooking, seemingly pleased with himself.

"I love you..."

"... I love you too."

Allen buried his face in his hands and sniffled "I-I'm sorry ab-bout sca-aring you last n-night..."

Kanda brought over Allens toast and set it down without a word, then looked at him with an exhausted face "You've beat yourself up enough in the past couple of days haven't you? Knock it off."

"b-but.."

"No 'buts' just breath and eat."

Allen huffed and slowly nibbled at his toast. "You forgot your plate on the counter."

Kanda opened his mouth to protest before growling a 'fuck' under his breath and quickly left to grab his abandoned plate.

Allen snorted and sighed while Kanda re-seated himself and angrily scarfed down his food. Kanda looked over at Allen who had just finished his toast.

"You doing any better?"

"A little."

"On a scale of one to ten."

"Compared to the negative one-hundred thousand last night about a four?"

Kanda nodded "and is that from eating?"

"Maybe half of it."

"Hm."

"Kanda my legs are cold..."

"You're wearing shorts, i'm not surprised."

"Kandaaaaaa~."

"No, you can't sit on my lap with my hands on your thighs."

"Fine, im borrowing one of your pairs of sweatpants then." Allen stood slowly and shambled off.

Kanda huffed "You aren't gonna find anything. I'm wearing the ones you like to steal."

Allen sat up from digging through Kanda's dufflebag. "Asshole."

Kanda snorted "Your welcome to those scratchy plaid ones."

"Change your pants then!"

"Nah."

Allen licked his lips and looked around "Maybe i won't tell you where i hid your dumb keys."

Kanda straightened and in his chair before standing and walking back to Allens room. "You won't? Not even if I break your dumb clown mask?"

"You wouldn't..."

"You're right unfortunately."

Allen sighed, god only knew how much that mask ment to him and kanda was always a little to mean in his teasing.