Monroe shrugged, figuring it wasn’t a good idea to argue that point. “Hm… I like pizza. And fries. And BLTs.”
Bryan hummed and nodded his head then. “Well, those all I can make,” He chuckled, “And I can do them pretty well, so no worries. You’ll have some good food to eat. Much more tempting than the coffee.”
“Thanks for that.” she laughed a little. “I’ll keep it in mind, but mostly coffee counts as food and that’s the one thing I really know how to make so, I’ll survive.”
Bryan couldn’t help but make a face at her words. “Coffee doesn’t count as a food, it is a liquid,” He pointed out, “You can’t survive on coffee alone, sorry to say. So I’ll cook you something, whenever, okay? Just let me know your favorite dishes.”
Monroe sighed, letting out a groan. “I’m not dealing with shit, apparently.” She sighed. “All of my repressed anger is bubbling up and making me sad. I hate feeling like this. it makes me want to hit Lou again, and I’m not even really mad at him right now.”
“Not dealing with what shit, exactly?” Bryan asked, wondering if it might be better for her to vent about it instead of not dealing with it. He hugged her tightly, keeping her close as she spoke. “No, no,” He quickly shook his head, “No hitting, that’s not nice. Unless you want to come cook with me, and we can like, make dough for bread, or something that you can actually kinda punch. That might help?” He guided her back towards the kitchen.
“Fuuuuuck.” Monroe muttered, pushing Bryan’s door open. “I’m sad. Cook for me and make me feel better.”
Bryan looked up from where he was laying on his bed, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?” He asked, sliding off the bed and getting up to move over to Monroe, pulling her into a hug, “Why are you sad? And what do you want me to cook?”
Monroe nodded. “Okay, get your key then.” She said, running a hand through her hair. “Then go inside, and prepare your sorry ass for a shitty morning, Bry.” She smiled a little, wishing she was there to help him herself.
“Mkay,” Bryan stated, fumbling and swearing under his breath as he dropped the phone on the ground instead of getting the back open, picking it back up and getting the key out. “Sorry, ‘roe,” He stated into the phone then, “I dropped it but I’m okay.”
“Pretty much.” She muttered through a mouthful. “I’ve ruined more than one pan. I’ll start heating water for Mac n Cheese, then I walk away and then I forget what I’m doing, and let the water boil off till the pan is ruined. Because, you know… I do.”
“I don’t know if I’m more impressed or horrified,” Bryan snickered out, “I’ll try and keep an eye out for any unattended pots on the stove though. Or if anything, you can just yell at me and I’ll fix something for you. I don’t mind at all.”
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