Flip the Coin [BL]

Chapter 510. || You could...

Besides the rabbit, he brought seasonings, oil, and a lighter, and the moment he heard my praise, he looked in the kitchen for a pan and a pot.

I leaned forward to reach for the rabbit.

Do I know how to prepare flesh this... fresh?

Hell no, I wasn’t even that good at cooking—definitely not on Omar’s level.

What I was good at was filling my little steamer/rice cooker helper with stuff and taking something edible out after a few hours.

Simple dishes were also okay; I could cook rice and potatoes and read a recipe, but what the fuck should I do with a whole animal?

I opened a drawer close to me and found a knife at once, and then I tried to skin the rabbit.

Well... it’s not as easy as I thought; either the knife was shit or the skin was just uncooperative.

I miss my kitchen knife.

At least after some time some flesh was visible.

Henry came back with pots and even plates and stuff and went back to being a staring statue.

I cut the flesh I could reach before pushing the rest of the rabbit to him.

"Can you bring that to Kitty?"

I asked him randomly but suddenly got nervous that he’d say no.

Because if he refused, I didn’t know if I could stop myself from asking myself, ’Why?’

And ’why’ was the magic word for spiraling into a paranoia fit.

Damn. I am trusting him. So why am I like this? My nerves are also stretched taut.

Henry continued to stare and eventually hummed; touching the rest of the rabbit, he disappeared.

I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped my hands on the napkins that were under the loot on the kitchen island, then I took the rabbit flesh and wheeled myself to the sink.

Let’s hope there is water because if not... then this meal had been a mission doomed to fail from the very beginning.

Luckily it worked; water could still be used.

Yay.

I washed the blood from the flesh while standing on my left leg and soon felt the presence reappear.

Henry was back, and not only that, when I turned around, I noticed some suspicious orange and white hair on his dark pants.

Kitty’s fur—he was alive, and if he were alive, the others probably were too.

I let go of a long breath I didn’t know I was holding.

"You thought I lied?" Henry asked darkly, coming closer from behind.

I washed my hands in an attempt to stop myself from pointing at the plaster on my very unbroken leg.

"You know I am paranoid as hell. Did you see me go into a paranoid fit? Or get a seizure? That should tell you how much I trust you."

Especially given that I am currently locked up as well.

An unfortunate position for someone who likes to keep control.

Yet I understood the sentiment and knew the thrill of the thought of leashing my puppy for good.

Just that I don’t know if I would be this accommodating.

If I would keep my distance from my prisoner or if I would exploit him.

I turned around, my hands washed, the meat washed and on a plate, and saw Henry looking down on me.

The ominous smile was back.

He bent down,

"Don’t you want to leave to see them?" The oppression he emitted was no joke, making my heart shudder, mostly with heartache.

I want him back to be happy, silly, and clinging to me...

Though this version of him is by no means a turn-off either...

"WE can leave later. I am currently busy healing." I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling the slight flinch followed by a chaotic heartbeat underneath the bulky clothes.

Strong, but also affected by me.

Looking up into his eyes, I saw them darken.

Then he stepped back rapidly before turning around, away from me.

His strong back didn’t emit protection and assurance like before, but instead—just like the idea of an empty amusement park—loneliness.

Fuck.

FUCK.

I tried to remember, tried to grasp the pictures in my mind to look at them, but there was only intensifying my headache—nothing was won, only more losses to count.

I sat back down in the wheelchair, the plate on my lap.

Henry turned around again and was back to expressionless. He came closer and took the plate with his thickly gloved hands.

"Tell me what to do." He stepped to the oven and looked at me.

"Place that flesh on a few napkins, and take the pot." Seeing his eyes on me made me feel better, the headache ceasing a lot.

I nevertheless held onto my head while leaning back in the wheelchair, camoflaging it as a comfortable way to seat.

Seeing him acting with the gloves, and given how he wasn’t able to properly move his fingers, I couldn’t be quiet anymore at the thought of his hands being injured and that he pulled the glove charade so as not to worry me.

"Are your hands injured? Show me, and I’ll bandage them."

He froze for a moment.

"No, they are not."

"I don’t care if your hands have turned ugly."

"They are not." Why use such a monotone voice if you feel the need to deny it so strongly in the first place?

"Alright." I chuckled and stopped myself from just jumping him and ripping the fucking stuff off of him.

The only reason I still hadn’t asked for clothes, by the way, was that I thought he would soon shorten the distance to me, seeing me like this all the time...

Maybe it needed more time.

Though if the situation were the other way around, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if he were running around half-naked ... DAMN IT.

"Turn on the stove at the lowest level, then light the gas with a lighter."

He moved to my words, and soon the rice was cooking.

Then the meat was sizzling as well.

All I had to do was sit there and say the words, and Henry managed perfectly even with the hindering gloves.

He pulled the pan from the stove and lowered it to show the meat to me multiple times to ask if it was ready like this until I told him he could cut into a piece for us to see.

That’s how you do it; juice will spill, but it’s better than eating raw stuff... The memories of when I started living alone and started to experiment after being sick of takeout weren’t very fun.

The rice turned out super watery ... so should we start the rice cooking anew?

Nah... I am hungry, so I told him to get a sieve.

"I don’t know either; every time I threw things into the steamer, it did most of the work."

Henry hummed and sieved the wet rice, pressed with a napkin against it to get the moisture out.

"Now CAREFULLY get the rice to the meat, roast it a bit, and throw salt and seasoning on it."

I watched the puppy’s motion, fearing he’d burn himself by the sizzling oil reacting to the water in the rice, but even if he did... he was covered so tightly; I should worry about myself... STILL IN BOXERS... though I was a few meters away anyway.

When the rice looked not as wet, the meat had been overcooked, but hey, overcooked is always better than raw, and given the unknown source that wild rabbit came from or the kind of parasites it had, I felt better with using as much heat as possible.

Henry asked me to wait and left with the food on plates while I made sure the stove was turned off to not randomly get us gas poisoning.

When he came back, he wheeled me out; our table with one seat and one empty spot for the wheelchair was directly in front of the big glass window.

The food was already placed; he also got us water and juice as well.

Not bad.

The sun had already risen, bathing the empty amusement park in golden light.

A fresh morning.

A fresh day.

A fucking fresh rabbit.

"Alright, let’s try." When we were both positioned, me sideways so that my very unbroken leg had enough space, I took the first bite under Henry’s continuous staring.

"Not as bad as I thought it would be." I nodded in appreciation and dug in.

Maybe I was just too starved, but my plate was empty very fast, despite us making a ton of rice.

Henry had watched me the whole time eating, not taking one bite himself.

When I was finished, a glass of juice stood before me, while my water had been filled up again.

Only when I had eaten and drunk did he start eating slowly.

"And?" I eventually asked.

Henry nodded slightly.

"It’s good." His voice sounded so faint that I wasn’t sure if he had been poisoned by the rabbit meat.

But the way he looked at the plate was as if it were a delicacy.

As if he had been starving.

As if he had wanted to eat exactly this dish with exactly these ingredients since forever.

It wouldn’t be visible if one didn’t look closely, but that is all I did while he ate, so naturally, I noticed.

"Tired?" I asked in the end.

Henry didn’t react, so I decided for us both.

"Let’s go back to sleep, and when we wake up..." I looked at the amusement park but feared that it would be too soon to ask him for a date outside.

"Let’s finally play some board games. We wanted to do that since we were at the center."