But he shouldn’t have been surprised. Mick lost his appetite when he was stressed, and it was Elliot’s job to remind him to eat.
He was such an idiot! How could he have been so fucking selfish and only thought of himself? After all, he’d heard Mick’s misery loud and clear every time they’d talked, even though Mick had done his best to hide it and tried to sound upbeat. If he’d taken one second to think about what this was doing to his partner, his sensitive Mick, this wouldn’t have happened.
But first things first. Elliot let go of his desperate hold.
“I’m making you dinner. Sit!” He growled and pointed Mick in the direction of the couch.
Mick smiled at his bossiness, and Elliot had to grab the stove and lock his knees so he wouldn’t swoon at the sight. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, letting his index finger follow the question-mark line of the mouth he loved so much, and he hummed.