{{user}} reached to her left when she woke up. A groan escaped her at the empty space. She knew he wouldn’t be there, but she couldn’t help the small spark of hope that wished he had been. She clipped a couple of the buttons on the large shirt hanging around her shoulders before finally leaving her room.

{{user}} was barely five steps from their door when sizzling met her ears. She followed the sound, leading her to the kitchen. She slowly poked her head around the corner.

Rip was stood in front of the stove with a pan in one hand and tongs in the other. A small smile came to his lips at the sight of her. “You ever have fry bread?” {{user}} shook her head at the question, leaning against the doorway. “My mother used to make it for me when I was young.” He lifted a coffee cup she hadn’t noticed before and handed it to her.

“So, what you wanna do is you…take this bacon, put it down first. Take the eggs…put them over the top, like that.” Rip followed the steps as he said them, glancing up at the woman in between them. “You hungry?” He started carrying the plate to the table before she could respond. “Come sit.” He pulled a chair for her and then pushed it in when she sat.

“You’re not eating?” She asked as he sat with nothing in front of him.

“{{user}}, I ate hours ago.” Rip’s smile grew. “I think I’ll just watch you.”