His eyes finally left the television screen to look over at Eliot and his lower lip slightly stuck out, head nodding. This was his slightly impressed face.
He stuck his fork into one of the meat balls and with the space left at the tip he twirled a couple strands of spaghetti, adding it to the mix. He knew he could cook well, his step mother wasn’t around to cook for him and his dad was horrible at it so he had to teach himself.
“That’s good, must be relieved to be able to walk around instead of carting around everywhere. Brightside is you got to keep up your arm strength.”
He let his eyes roam over his brother and he grinned.
“You were starting’ to put on some weight.”
He laughed a little and shoveled the food into his mouth. He was still grinning. He knew he was an asshole, that was him being him. Besides, pushing Eliot to fall back into routine subconsciously wouldn’t have been a bad idea.
He chewed his food and swallowed before speaking.
“B? I don’t know she said she had a couple of meetings this morning, something about Angel and some information you two got on that book. You’ve got to fill me in on that, by the way.”
He felt a little guilty for isolating himself from the Apocalypse party.