Re: home: louis d/cris m
['Fuck off' and all, Louis still wasn't entirely expecting that long glare, but he took it without flinching. He watched as Cris tensed, clenched, and finally dialed back. He took the gesture as permission to leave the doorway, and went to the refrigerator, giving the baby a small smile as he went by.
He didn't try to pick her up, and he hadn't asked to hold her since coming to the apartment.
He pulled a beer from the fridge, fishing in one of the drawers for the bottle opener.] I can cook an excellent eggy and a few other minor treats, but nothing she's going to want, I don't think. What's going in the pot?