My stuff's not nice like yours, it's not really worth your time.
[there's probably not a single item Magnus owns, that doesn't have at least some sort of hole or pull or rip in it; the jeans he's wearing today have his entire knees gaping out, but between his lack of fashion sense and homeostatic body temperature, ripped clothing has never been a huge concern of his. he catches himself watching Alex stretch, and looks away, actually grabbing the tools to light the fire]
It's cool you know how to do that stuff. But I don't mind, and I actually like cleaning up more than cooking. [he makes a dubious face, confessing, as he sets about lighting the fire] My diet was like... 70% pizza before you got here? 75%? I never even took Home Ec in middle school. I did the Engineering class where you just play computer games the whole time while you're supposed to be making models of bridges, or whatever that class actually was.
[the fire lights, and Magnus shifts their grill over it. he's feeling a lot better, that pressure in his chest all but gone; maybe they're good at moving on (they are moved on), but probably it's Alex, who settles him so completely. even if he doubts himself, he never doubts Alex, anymore]
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[there's probably not a single item Magnus owns, that doesn't have at least some sort of hole or pull or rip in it; the jeans he's wearing today have his entire knees gaping out, but between his lack of fashion sense and homeostatic body temperature, ripped clothing has never been a huge concern of his. he catches himself watching Alex stretch, and looks away, actually grabbing the tools to light the fire]
It's cool you know how to do that stuff. But I don't mind, and I actually like cleaning up more than cooking. [he makes a dubious face, confessing, as he sets about lighting the fire] My diet was like... 70% pizza before you got here? 75%? I never even took Home Ec in middle school. I did the Engineering class where you just play computer games the whole time while you're supposed to be making models of bridges, or whatever that class actually was.
[the fire lights, and Magnus shifts their grill over it. he's feeling a lot better, that pressure in his chest all but gone; maybe they're good at moving on (they are moved on), but probably it's Alex, who settles him so completely. even if he doubts himself, he never doubts Alex, anymore]