[there is no way that it would ever go anywhere. ethan is as far from straight laced as a person can get. he shifts on his feet, watching her as she takes the first bite.
look he made the food so he likes to see how people react to it when they eat it, if they like the taste of it. that kind of thing. it's one of his favorite parts of cooking, okay?]
That would be really hard to know everything. It would hurt your brain to try.
[he points up at her head with a tiny smile, but there is some sympathy in... having a part of you that feels something even something that might be irrational.]
Does that come from the angel or from you or both?