"Oh, well. Yes, I suppose that is weird," he said. It was. The fact they were together at all was weird, honestly. But it was also right. They understood each other. She knew what he'd been through, what he'd fought to over come. He knew her demons, and had survived her wrath.
And now they were both playing at being domesticated, contributing members of society. It felt right that they would find comfort in doing that together. "I know how to cook. If brewing a cup of tea counts as cooking." He flashed a little smile at that, knowing full well that making tea and cooking were two very different things.