//I don't know, I think not eating is more impolite than eating what's there.// [He didn't know if he made that comment to try and remind himself of his husband or not. Maybe to find the one tiny course of contention in their marriage and justify this to himself. Gods. His mind was a mess right then and there.]

//Anyway, since I'm buying your forgiveness, I don't mind sharing half of each piece with you, if you'd rather.// [Darryn sat, plates nicely arranged on the table, hot chocolates done the way the coffee shop girls knew he liked them - with everything. There wasn't enough heat for him to remove his coat, but he did unbutton it and did loosen the scarf he had, leaving it loose around his neck. Comfortable, relaxed, not an absolute fucking tool flirting with some random human who seemed to spark him.]