“Hey, Cian, the food’s been ready for five minutes,” Silas called from the living room.

“Oh- right! Sorry!” Cian said as he opened the door and stepped out. Silas stared at him for a moment, before abruptly turning his head away. Cian looked down and realized he was only wrapped in a towel. He scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, I forgot to ask you about clothes,” Cian stated.

“Uh, I’ll get you some, just get back into the bathroom,” Silas said, head still turned away. He brought a hand up to rub his nose a couple times. Cian just did as he was told, and went back inside, leaning his back on the counter. He knew he was way shorter than average, only being under 170 centimeters tall, but at least he had a nice body, which naturally looked fit because of the different jobs he had had. He was such an airhead, he didn’t even realize why Silas had been acting strange before said dark-haired man returned to give him some clothes.

“Here you go,” Silas said, handing the clothes to Cian without looking at him before shooting out of the room in a hurry.

“Thanks,” Cian called, his voice cracking a bit. He cussed himself out again while putting on the clothes, not realizing they were a bit too big for him before he nearly tripped over the sweatpants when walking out to the living room. Silas was seated in the couch this time, the blankets tossed over to the side he wasn’t sitting on. He was staring at the television, obviously not paying attention. The top of his ear peeked out from behind his hair, and it was visibly red. The younger man shot a glance Cian's way a couple times before laughing a bit.

“Those clothes are too big on you,” he cocked his head at Cian, who narrowed his eyes at the remark.

“Shut it, kid, or I’m gonna smack you,” Cian growled. He wasn’t actually mad though, the clothes were comfortable enough, and he was used to taking insults about his height. To make the previously blushing kid as uncomfortable as possible – as payback of course – he pushed the blankets and pillows off of the couch, and sat down just a bit too close to Silas. The green eyes flickered between Cian and the space between them, before going back to the two plates with a short stack of pancakes that had been laid out on the table before them.

“Help yourself,” Silas said, grabbing his plate and pouring too much syrup over the food. Cian laughed at him, slightly shocked.

“You probably shouldn’t help yourself to the syrup that much, kid,” Cian suggested.

“Oh, sh-,” Silas stuttered before putting the container down. “I didn’t even notice. Well, good thing I love sweets,”

Cian had no idea how the boy managed to eat that much syrup, especially when he had even added some jam on top of it. He wasn’t kidding when he said he liked sweets, Cian noted. He’s totally the type to love cake, isn’t he? He pushed his elbow into Silas’ side, making him almost jump at the contact.

“Do you like cake? Ice cream? Chocolate?” Cian inquired, his interest piqued for some unknown reason even to himself. Silas raised an eyebrow.

“I guess. But who doesn’t?” Silas replied.

“True that,”

“Exactly,”

Cian had no idea where else to take that conversation, so he just didn’t reply. Silas was blushing a bit, though the older man could barely tell.

He’s cute blushing, Cian thought to himself while he finished his food, subconsciously shooting glances at the other man several times.