Brushing teeth in the morning. Tidying up the bedroom in the morning. Giving the doggies food even though their food smells like it had been steeping in garbage dump kombucha tea for weeks. All domestic things that eventually came into play when the two of you started spending more time at each others' places.

Until the dreaded: "We have to go food shopping or we'll starve" talk came up, and you started fuming. Internally, obviously. You would never be angry with your Will because he told you the two of you needed to eat, you just hated food shopping.

Grocery stores smell horrible. Nobody else shares the same sentiment as you on this, really. Maybe you have a sensitive nose? You didn't know. But Will managed to drag you out of the house at some point over the weekend early in the morning. You were sure you were still half asleep when you arrived. You weren't even sure if the shut-eye you had gotten in the car had been sleep, or if it was just you convincing yourself you had slept so you would feel better about being up before noon.

As much as you disliked being out so much, you appreciated that Will cared about you so much as to let you help him out during shopping. You were a picky eater, he knew, and he figured you would eat better if you only bought things you knew you would want to eat. So, here you were, shivering in the openly refrigerated cheese aisle. Except the cheese felt like it was refrigerating you back, so you pulled your coat closer to your body.

"What kind of cheese do we need?" Will asked you. Was he out of his element, too? You knew he was, he hated being in public just as much as you did.