Dinner for Two at Three in the Morning.

[ingrantitude]

[Grant Ward has never not eaten well. It's unintentional honestly. Even in his darkest moments he's always made sure he had a balanced diet of some quality. Either in terms of protein, greens or carbs. It's a throwback to his old life and even in the moments of having nothing he always takes the time to eat right.

Or if not right then perhaps well.

Really though, if he's honest with himself this isn't just about habits. This about him earning it. He nearly died today. He nearly died today and if he stops and lets himself think about any of this he'll go crazy so...


It's about three in the morning that he calls the kitchen (this is a good hotel) and orders steak and salad. Food and drink and sex. It could be a perfect day and he could swallow his emotions down about his partner, rolled over in bed - asleep? Waiting?]

I ordered dinner.

[What is this? What even is this between them? He manages a tentative smirk.] You wore me out.