Making it up to Craig now is what matters and if sharing a meal with him helps that along, he’ll gladly power through the nausea. He doesn’t tell Craig that the nachos and pimento beans in his lap is more food than he’s eaten in the last two weeks combined. He’s settled for only a few sides for himself, the smell of the food already making him queasy. Hoping to God that it’s the former, Cole hands the raven his combo deal. Either he’s offering him a second chance or he’s decided not to pursue the matter and is only letting him stay out of politeness. If he’s fully awake now, fully aware of their shared transgression, that can mean one of two things. Even Craig has changed and although he still looks weary, there’s less of a film of exhaustion over his face than there was before.Ĭole isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. While pulling the wrapped items from their storage and plugging straws into drinks, he spares a glance around the room, noticing that the floor is a lot more visible now. Can’t have you resorting to cannibalism,” Cole chuckles softly before taking a seat on the bed and depositing the paper bag on the floor. I was about to eat my own hand or something.” He says, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “Come sit. Craig’s stomach growls once again at the smell and he remembers just how hungry he actually is. “Jesus Christ, thank god. He’s pulled from his thoughts when the door reopens and Cole appears, taco bell in hand. There’s just that aching feeling at the back of his mind saying that Cole doesn’t really like him, that he really isn’t good enough. He’s spent these last few months unable to get him out of his head, and they’re so close to each other already. He sighs, pulling his hat off and running his fingers through his hair. Then again, he wouldn’t have run into Cole, the one person who he’s been thinking about since the day he left South Park. he never should have tried to go to class today, but he’s eager to prove himself in his art courses. His head is pounding- from hunger, exhaustion or both. Then he brings the trash bag to the chute down the hall, changing into some checkered pajama pants before settling back onto his bed. While the brunette is gone, Craig takes the time to clean up a bit, dumping the trash into a bag and tossing his clothes into the hamper tucked under his bed.
Smiling slightly, Craig nods as Cole makes his way outside, hoping that he remembers how to get back. It’s bittersweet, both something that Craig likes and absolutely hates they know each other so well… Cole shouldn’t be nervous around him anymore. It feels like they just met each other again, like they’re sitting in the physical therapy wing of the clinic or something. Craig can tell that Cole is nervous by the way he’s speaking.