Pairing: None (Hank/Evan if you squint and tilt your head to the left and pour glitter on it. Don't forget the rose colored glasses.)
Warnings: None (See above.)
Author's Notes: I know, I know. I promised slashy, but I am a slave to the muses and they wrote this, not me. :D? Review, loves!
"Let's have lunch. Just you and me." Hank says to Evan as they return from another patients' house.
"Are you going to cook it?" Evan asks warily.
"No. I was hoping you would." Hank says sheepishly.
"Okay, good." Evan lets out a relieved sigh.
"Shut up. I can cook somethings." Hank retorts.
"Hank, cereal and ramen noddles and TV dinners do not count as cooking." Evan explains, rolling his eyes at his brother.
"Well, then, hurry up if you're so great at it." Hank playfully shoves Evan towards the kitchen.
"Hey, hey, genius and creativity cannot be rushed." Evan bats at the hands on his shoulders.
"Yeah, whatever you say, little bro." Hank snickers, then moves into the living room to watch TV before Evan is finished with their meal.
Lunch turns out rather pleasantly, if Evan does say so himself, and Hank agrees though he doesn't feel the need to inflate his brother's ego anymore than it is, and so keeps his silence, only breaking it with taunts and teases to which Evan responds with glares and muttered curses.
All in all, just another day in their lives.