"Neither did I," Carlos said dryly, "but men don't cook, you realize. It's not manly." The sardonic tone was enough to tell Gael how Carlos thought about that. "I am therefore very good at takeout, and grilled meat."
He propped himself and picked up one sandwich half one-handed, taking a back. He couldn't quite believe that Gael had fried bacon for him. He'd been expecting ham and cheese slapped between slices of bread. Or peanut butter. Either would have been fine.
He didn't think after today that there were many Sevens and Eights eager to take him on. The fight hadn't gone well. He'd been in the mud on his back, and Cole had been close to being able to take a killing blow when he'd come back to his knees and then his feet and killed the other man. And it would not, he thought, go over well with their royals.
"That might be cruel and unusual," he remarked, after he ate the sandwich half in a few bites and looked back at Gael again. "I do love you, you know."
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He propped himself and picked up one sandwich half one-handed, taking a back. He couldn't quite believe that Gael had fried bacon for him. He'd been expecting ham and cheese slapped between slices of bread. Or peanut butter. Either would have been fine.
He didn't think after today that there were many Sevens and Eights eager to take him on. The fight hadn't gone well. He'd been in the mud on his back, and Cole had been close to being able to take a killing blow when he'd come back to his knees and then his feet and killed the other man. And it would not, he thought, go over well with their royals.
"That might be cruel and unusual," he remarked, after he ate the sandwich half in a few bites and looked back at Gael again. "I do love you, you know."