William wasn't certain how it had happened but, somehow, he was moving back into Anthony's home.
And, finally, he’d made him pancakes.
They turned out flatter than he had hoped—alas, batter was always best freshly cooked—but Anthony seemed to enjoy them all the same.
What could he make them for supper?
It felt so strange deciding future meals for another person. William had never had a roommate before, not one that he shared meals with anyway. He`d made Anthony his spaghetti because it was his best recipe, but he couldn`t keep doing that one dish. What did Anthony like? What did he not like? Did he have any allergies? Did he have a sweet tooth, or did he stay away from sweets all together? William hadn’t found anything like that in the cupboards when he’d looked days ago.
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