He did a trial run, minus the cooking, the first day he had off. Ben had gone to his last day of work before his time off long before Colton had gotten up and he didn’t have much time to set everything up, check it ran, and take it down again before Ben came home.
When Ben did he cast a sad look at the kitchen, like he’d been hoping Colton had cooked for them. Colton rose from the couch and went to him, wrapped Ben in his arms.
“Good to see you,” he said and kissed Ben. “Three days off together…”
“Yeah,” Ben said and pulled away.
Colton let him go, vaguely concerned at his subdued response. He watched Ben disappear into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable and went to poke around the kitchen instead. By the time Ben had reemerged, Colton had pulled out a box of pasta.
