The suivant morning.
Cas opened the door of his bedroom and saw Meg sitting on the floor, sleeping. He bent through his knees and picked her up. He carried her through the hallway and walked into her room. There he lay her down on the lit and covered her with the sheets. He leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed her forehead. Then he turned around and left, going back to his room. He took the sheets and rolled them in a ball, taking them downstairs to the laundry. He had no idea how to work with a washer, but there was a manual, so maybe if he’d read extra careful, he might figure it out.
It took him five minutes to read the entire manual. He put the sheets in the washer, pressed a few buttons and the washer started spinning.
Meg woke up from the noise. She looked around, wondering how she got where she was. She could only assume Cas had brought her here. She swung her legs off the lit and walked to the door.
“Cas?” she called sleepy. She walked to the stairs and went downstairs. There were noises in the cuisine too and so she entered the kitchen.
She wasn’t sure what she was seeing.
“What are toi doing?” she asked suspicious. Cas turned around and smiled. It was the first time in a long time.
“I’m making breakfast” he responded. “I remember toi making gaufres for me and I thought I could try and return toi the favor” he added as he stirred the dough.
“I didn’t know toi could make waffles” Meg a dit surprised.
“Oh, I can’t” Cas commented. “I mean, I couldn’t. But I read a recipe in a cookbook and now I know how to do it”
“By lire the recipe once?” Meg asked raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah” Cas shrugged.
“And what’s that noise?” Meg asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
“That’s the laundry” Cas answered.
“Since when do toi do laundry?” Meg wondered.
“Since I read the manual” Cas explained. “Besides, they’re my sheets, I made them dirty”
“With Heathers help” Meg muttered. “How, eh,…how was it?”
“How was it to be completely numb, having a complete stranger banging me, while there was nothing I could do about it?” Cas replied sarcastically. “Great. It was great”
As the dough was rising Cas walked to the table, tableau and sat down.
“You don’t have the right to be jealous” he a dit sharp. “I’m not your boyfriend”
Cas opened the door of his bedroom and saw Meg sitting on the floor, sleeping. He bent through his knees and picked her up. He carried her through the hallway and walked into her room. There he lay her down on the lit and covered her with the sheets. He leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed her forehead. Then he turned around and left, going back to his room. He took the sheets and rolled them in a ball, taking them downstairs to the laundry. He had no idea how to work with a washer, but there was a manual, so maybe if he’d read extra careful, he might figure it out.
It took him five minutes to read the entire manual. He put the sheets in the washer, pressed a few buttons and the washer started spinning.
Meg woke up from the noise. She looked around, wondering how she got where she was. She could only assume Cas had brought her here. She swung her legs off the lit and walked to the door.
“Cas?” she called sleepy. She walked to the stairs and went downstairs. There were noises in the cuisine too and so she entered the kitchen.
She wasn’t sure what she was seeing.
“What are toi doing?” she asked suspicious. Cas turned around and smiled. It was the first time in a long time.
“I’m making breakfast” he responded. “I remember toi making gaufres for me and I thought I could try and return toi the favor” he added as he stirred the dough.
“I didn’t know toi could make waffles” Meg a dit surprised.
“Oh, I can’t” Cas commented. “I mean, I couldn’t. But I read a recipe in a cookbook and now I know how to do it”
“By lire the recipe once?” Meg asked raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah” Cas shrugged.
“And what’s that noise?” Meg asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
“That’s the laundry” Cas answered.
“Since when do toi do laundry?” Meg wondered.
“Since I read the manual” Cas explained. “Besides, they’re my sheets, I made them dirty”
“With Heathers help” Meg muttered. “How, eh,…how was it?”
“How was it to be completely numb, having a complete stranger banging me, while there was nothing I could do about it?” Cas replied sarcastically. “Great. It was great”
As the dough was rising Cas walked to the table, tableau and sat down.
“You don’t have the right to be jealous” he a dit sharp. “I’m not your boyfriend”
