Forgiven

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[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.

It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]

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[death_glare]

The pasta absorbs the water, and thus the salt as well.

[ Daring to leave the stove for a moment, he takes a look in that cabinet she pulled the pans out from. He's looking for a strainer that hopefully isn't covered in 50 years of dust, as well. ]

[untodeath]

[ William will find that strainer, but it's probably worse off than the others. Grell purchased it at some point, but never used it. Oops.

Meanwhile, Grell hops up to sit on the counter, watching the other curiously while waiting for the water to boil. She already knows it's going to take a while. ]

Well, I assumed that much.

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[ He has quite the priceless look on his face and he turns the strainer over in his hands, hoping somehow it will look better when he flips it over again. ]

Do you have tongs? That seems preferable to this heinous thing.

[untodeath]

Never thought to get those.

[ Grell sighs!! ]

Just put it in the sink, silly. I'll wash it, too.

[death_glare]

[ He seems to like the idea of just individually plucking each strand of pasta out of the pot with a fork more than using the strainer, but he sets it in the sink for her anyway. ]

More things to get once they give us new housing, I suppose.

[untodeath]

Ooh, I like the sound of that.

[ She runs the water again to get it hot, rolling back her sleeves. ]

Buying things for a home together always seemed so romantic to me♥.

[death_glare]

It's more necessity than romance, honestly.

[ He stirs up the simmering sauce, making sure it's evenly heated, then places the cover on it to keep it warm until the pasta is done. ]

[untodeath]

[ Water extra hot, and bristle pad on hand, Grell gives it a good THREE washes, this time. Just to make sure William isn't as squeamish around the dumb thing. ]

It might seem silly, but you know-- picking things out together, learning about one another's preferences, knowing you'll be using them together, as well... I don't know! It's cute.

[death_glare]

It doesn't surprise me that you think of it in that way. Though, will you be willing to compromise on things should we have differing preferences? Or will we be arguing the entire time?

[ Well, that's inevitable, regardless of the situation. Since Grell's busy washing, William adds the pasta to the water, stirring it to get the long noodles to slip in without snapping. ]

[untodeath]

Will you~?

[ Shutting the water off, Grell brandishes the clean strainer in all its glory!! ]

I might be a little more fussy about decor... but I'd like to have things that make you happy, too.

[death_glare]

If you're going to allow me that spare bedroom, then I'm sure I can compromise on the rest.

[ He points to the sink, telling her to leave the cleaned strainer there until the pasta is done. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell is content to do just that, picking up the dish towel to dry her hands. She lazily makes her way back over to William, slipping her arms around his waist and settling her chin on his shoulder to watch him work. ]

Why else would I have mentioned it? [ She presses a kiss to his neck! ]

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[ That gets William to shiver, but he quickly rights himself. ]

Then I need to figure out what I'll use it for.

[ He plucks a strand of spaghetti out of the pot and holds it out to Grell to test. ]

[untodeath]

[ Giggling, she stands on tip-toe, extending her tongue to hook that noodle and slurp it up! ]

Mn-- [ She pats at her lips with a knuckle. ] A little bland, but otherwise good~

[death_glare]

Tender enough, then?

[ He doesn't wait for her answer and carefully removes the pot from the burner to pour into the strainer. Then he shakes it briefly to get the remainder of the water to drain out and carefully adds the pasta to the simmering sauce. ]

Plates next.

[ And once she's fetched them, he fills both their plates up with the homemade meal. ]

[untodeath]

[ Those are clean, at least! So, chuckling at William's hastiness, she moves to grab the plates, handing them to William one by one, and taking their meals over to the table.

But, before she sits, she makes her way back to grab them some glasses. ]

Would you like wine, or your gin?

[death_glare]

[ Both sound wonderful, has he hasn't had access to either since he left. ]

Wine pairs better with the meal, so that for now.

[ He gets them both some forks and takes his seat at the table. This...is actually quite nice. Why it had to take so long, and so much for them to get to this point...he knows he's partially to blame for that. ]

[untodeath]

[ She grins with approval, opting for the wine glasses. Grabbing a her corkscrew from a drawer, and the bottle she'd slipped into the freezer earlier, she sits across from William with a sigh of ease.

Pouring a glass for William, she reaches out to offer it to him with a wink, before helping herself. ]

It smells so amazing, Will♥!

[death_glare]

It certainly looks like it turned out well. Even with you helping.

[ And after a twirled fork full, he nods in approval. Good thing he made enough for left overs, cause it's definitely good.

With a sip of wine to go along with it, he visibly relaxes. ]

[untodeath]

I know, I'm pretty spectacular at putting the water on.

[ With William digging in, Grell is quick to follow, tongue hooked over her teeth as she spins a mouthful of pasta around her fork. Once she's eaten it, her eyes closed with the most approving sound. ]

Mmm♥. [ Nodding, she takes a moment to savour its taste, before taking up her wine to wash it down. ] I can't believe you've managed to make this in my kitchen... Angels do work miracles.

[death_glare]

The kitchen wasn't the issue, it's who was in it.

[ He's pleased with the outcome too, though. And glad that Grell's enjoying it. It will make things a bit easier if she likes his cooking. ]

It's still odd being referred to as an angel.

[untodeath]

[ An amused scoff, at William's words. She takes another bite, watching him while considering his words. Licking over her lips, she shrugs with a smile. ]

What would you prefer I call you?

[death_glare]

By my name, as you always have.

[ Perhaps enjoying the returned access to wine a little too much, he's nearly done with his glass, already. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a lopsided little smile, she takes up the bottle to pour him some more! ]

Fair enough, Will♥.

[death_glare]

I supposed I should start calling you Grell, then. Considering our relationship.

[ He lifts the glass for a refill, then takes a healthy sip. ]