"Your body takes you farther than any body reasonably should. Ought to consider yourself lucky it puts up with your nonsense," He says back to them, laughing.
Though really, he's one to talk.
He doesn't have the health know-how to call out their drink choices but he smirks anyway because no one could pay him to drink the things Nekane does. Too sweet. Much too sweet.
"Maybe for the fresher stuff. We should have enough staples for another day at least, seeing as we were gone all that time." He goes to make up his own coffee and then takes a sip. Nice to be able to have this whenever. "Welcome home by the way."
They make a face back at Héctor, despite the knowledge of every single health book that they consumed that said they'd probably have died of a heart attack years ago if they were human. But if the universe wanted them to stop eating sugar, someone would have to make it taste less good.
So into the coffee the energy drink goes. Messed up organs for the win.
"I'll go through it all and write down a list. Remembered a couple of recipes that you might like." It'll be easy on his stomach too. Maybe they should start looking into vegetarian options too.
It feels weird to have someone welcome them home. John was usually neck-deep in his case files or was otherwise checked out. He showed how he felt in different ways. And when he died Nekane came back to their own empty apartment day in and out. Often they didn't leave.
He notices the way they look when he says that. He tucks the memory away, somewhere in his head where he hopes it will last. He smiles down at his coffee cup.
"Sounds nice." Even if he struggled with food, the gesture was still something. He trusted Nekane as much as he could trust anyone.
He starts looking through the cupboards and the fridge.
"So, what would you like? Huevos, huevos rancheros, chilaquiles... buñuelos?" He looks back at their face.
they lean into his hand gently and just breathe. It feels nice.
"Alright. But kick me if you need something."
When he breaks off to get out what he needs, Nekane folds their arms and rests their head against the table. Héctor's humming in the silence is nice and soothing. Something to pass the time of silence. Was it a song from him they've heard before?
But their thoughts eventually submit to the sounds of his humming. When Héctor turns around again, they've fallen asleep and are breathing gently.
It might be. It might be that he's hummed this now and again, wordless, yet steadily becoming something. A song that's not yet done.
But a song that's them.
He finishes cooking, the way he remembers they like their eggs done, only to turn around and see them there, fast asleep. He smiles and goes to them, kissing their head. They're really, really overdue for rest.
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Though really, he's one to talk.
He doesn't have the health know-how to call out their drink choices but he smirks anyway because no one could pay him to drink the things Nekane does. Too sweet. Much too sweet.
"Maybe for the fresher stuff. We should have enough staples for another day at least, seeing as we were gone all that time." He goes to make up his own coffee and then takes a sip. Nice to be able to have this whenever. "Welcome home by the way."
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So into the coffee the energy drink goes. Messed up organs for the win.
"I'll go through it all and write down a list. Remembered a couple of recipes that you might like." It'll be easy on his stomach too. Maybe they should start looking into vegetarian options too.
It feels weird to have someone welcome them home. John was usually neck-deep in his case files or was otherwise checked out. He showed how he felt in different ways. And when he died Nekane came back to their own empty apartment day in and out. Often they didn't leave.
Weird. But they don't hate it. "Good to be back."
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"Sounds nice." Even if he struggled with food, the gesture was still something. He trusted Nekane as much as he could trust anyone.
He starts looking through the cupboards and the fridge.
"So, what would you like? Huevos, huevos rancheros, chilaquiles... buñuelos?" He looks back at their face.
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But he speaks up and they make themself pay attention. "Huevos sounds nice. Want a hand making it?"
They might still be sleepy but they'll do their best to help.
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"I'm alright. Hard to mess that up. Feel free to rest your head in the meantime."
He closes the cupboards and turns back to the fridge, getting out the simple things. And, gradually, he starts to hum.
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"Alright. But kick me if you need something."
When he breaks off to get out what he needs, Nekane folds their arms and rests their head against the table. Héctor's humming in the silence is nice and soothing. Something to pass the time of silence. Was it a song from him they've heard before?
But their thoughts eventually submit to the sounds of his humming. When Héctor turns around again, they've fallen asleep and are breathing gently.
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But a song that's them.
He finishes cooking, the way he remembers they like their eggs done, only to turn around and see them there, fast asleep. He smiles and goes to them, kissing their head. They're really, really overdue for rest.