Twelve days of Twelve [10/12] - Scene that made you the most emotional
- The Hybrid- what is it? What’s so important you would fight so long? - Doesn’t matter what the hybrid is. It only matters that I convinced them that I knew. Otherwise they would keep me out with nothing left to bargain with. -What are you bargaining for? -What do you think? You. I’d have to find the way to save you.
Jonathan is preparing dinner when an unexpected visitor shows up to the apartment he shares with Steve and Nancy. Content warning: Language, violence, implied abuse, Lonnie is a homophobe. For @dadharbour who sent in the title and therefore inspired this.
Jonathan hummed along to the radio as he rummaged around in the fridge trying to visualize something appetizing in the haphazard assortment of food that remained on the near-empty shelves. They’d have to go to the grocery store soon; maybe tomorrow, if Steve or Nancy objected to the pizza he’d likely propose ordering.
A crown of broccoli, browning at the edges, caught his eye, followed by a lone onion next to the milk carton and half a green pepper Nancy had left behind from her snack earlier in the day. Stir-fry seemed a good option. Jonathan quickly gathered the vegetables in his arms and set to work, chopping away on the engraved cutting board that had been his Christmas gift from Steve.
Cooking had always been a pleasure for Jonathan, a distraction from issues in his life he’d rather not deal with, a way to show his appreciation to the people he loved without ever having to speak a word. It was also difficult to deny how much he enjoyed the swell of pride in his chest whenever he saw the satisfied looks on Nancy and Steve’s faces after a meal he had prepared. Cooking was, Jonathan believed, his most important contribution to their odd arrangement.
The onions had only just started to sizzle in the pan when Jonathan heard a heavy knock on the door and glanced through the kitchen’s open archway to the entryway on the other side of the living room, his eyebrows knitting together. It was impossible that Steve and Nancy were knocking—Steve had taken his keys to pick Nancy up from the library—and they didn’t get many visitors. Sometimes Max would show up, sometimes at odd hours, though she usually called to say she was coming.