He cleaned his brushes and put the paints away, his eyes straying to Nico’s long form stretched out on the couch, relaxed in sleep, a closed book on his chest. The delicious aroma of something heating in the kitchen lured him in that direction. A thick lentil soup simmered in the Crock-Pot, obviously for dinner. Jamie opened the refrigerator and found a small plate of sliced fruit and cheeses waiting for him. He smiled, happiness washing through him. It had been a long time since someone had pampered him.