HALF LIGHT - (He thinks he’s *letting* you off easy. He wants to go for your throat next time.)

“I cook now. I went to a class. I’ve done some reading. There’s a teevee channel too, all about cooking.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Pussy. Look at him.)

[…I’m not calling him that.]

ENDURANCE - (You could plow him over with one hand.)

[That’s why he needs to eat.]

“It’s soup. I made stew and dumplings. Kim and me ate it last night. It’s safe. It’s even good.”

Harry carries the bundle to the kitchen counter and digs out a large pot of soup. Then two bowls and spoons. He didn’t want to make any assumptions about Jean’s dish situation here. He looks at him sternly and crosses his arms over his chest. Mostly he just looks tired, as always. He hasn’t brought out his capital A Authority yet. If Jean is going to be a fucking baby about the contents he’s going to have to.

“Are you going to make me fucking…order you to eat lunch with me so you don’t start chewing on your neighbors? Come on.”