A quiet Valentine

“What are you doing up? I thought you were still sleeping,” countered Aaron without looking at him. His mind was still occupied by that stubborn dough in front of him. He might have to start this whole thing again. Or can he still save it? He stopped thinking about it when he realized that Robert didn’t answer his question. He looked up and saw him leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.“I was...” lied Robert smoothly ”...until I heard World War III breaking out in our kitchen,” he laughed. Watching Aaron struggle with a rolling pin was a far better distraction than staring at the ceiling. For the first time in days, he wasn’t thinking about the farm, about Vic, about any of that. Right now, he was focusing on his own heartbeat because even if the kitchen was a war zone, Aaron wanted to make an effort, and it made his heart beat faster. Or...Aaron wants to do something nice for Robert so... he decides to cook. Even if he didn't quite manage to master the art of making homemade pasta, the last time he tried to do it.