Cepheus had been waiting around for James all afternoon. He guessed that practice was running late or something, so he'd actually tried to cook them a meal. The potatoes were a little burnt and the chicken was dry, but they could work with it.
He sat at the table quietly, waiting, picking up his phone every few minutes to see if James had texted him.
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