now the Hunting Winds are loose...

[silenttrainbaby]

The piece of paper - the waiver - fluttered from Grey's hand as he pushed his way into Rat's rooms. He looks for the other boy, finds him and comes over. His clothes are dirty, pieces of gravel still sticking to them, something still in his hair. His hands are dirty, but his cheeks are flushed and he kneels before where Rat reads, pressing his cheek to Rat's hand.

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[plaguedrat]

Rat thanks him with a light touch to the wrist before sliding the first pancake onto the plate closest to Grey an then pouring more batter out for himself.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's steaming and light and fluffy and Grey bends down to look at it; it makes his mouth water so much that he has to swallow, hard. Oh yes. He thinks he will like pancakes.

[plaguedrat]

"You can put jam on them, or butter. Whatever you like," Rat says, pointing at the fridge.

This is easy, he realizes. Him and Grey. Cooking, reading. It still amazes him.

[silenttrainbaby]

So, Grey goes hunting in the fridge. SOmething called jam is pulled out. Something called butter. Each are smelled and investigated. But Grey will wait, however hard it is, until Rat is ready and can show him how to eat such things.

[plaguedrat]

He knows Grey is waiting and shakes his head, turning out more pancakes. "Go ahead and start."

[silenttrainbaby]

But -

Okay, okay. He rips the pancake in half and just takes a big bite and his love affair with bread products continues.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles and flips out the last pancake, boosting up on the counter next to Grey.

"They're best when they're warm."

[silenttrainbaby]

Already, Grey is eating the second half of his first one and his cheeks are chipmunked out.

[plaguedrat]

Rat prefers to spread jam onto his pancake and roll it up, taking a big bite. This is something he could get used to.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh! Is that what you do with the butter and jam?! Oh. Grey nearly pouts. His pancake is gone and he didn't get to try that!

[plaguedrat]

Good thing there's a stack more. Rat tugs the other plate over and sets it between them. Two pancakes for each of them.

[silenttrainbaby]

Eyes alight, Grey did as Rat did and rolls his up with the butter and the jam and takes a bite.

There are few words for the bliss on his face.

[plaguedrat]

And Rat enjoys the look on his face almost as much, grinning.

"So. Pancakes and jam?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Yes! Grey nods fervently. Yes! He stuffs the rest of his pancake in his mouth and chews.

[plaguedrat]

Rat sighs out comfortably and leans sideways, head on Grey's shoulder. "This is good."

[silenttrainbaby]

It is. Grey gets both arms around him and he kisses Rat's temple to thank him for making pancakes. And for being good.

[plaguedrat]

He's not that good, not really. Rat's self-defensive and distrustful. Except when he's around Grey. That's when he changes.

[silenttrainbaby]

Then he's good. That's what matters. Grey nearly smiles.

This has been a very good day.

[plaguedrat]

"So what was the gym like?" Rat asks, holding Grey's hand and running his thumb over the bones of his wrist.

[silenttrainbaby]

With a sigh, Grey has to shake his head. The gym wasn't. The waiver - he points to it again. He couldn't go inside.

But! He gestures to the city outside the window. His hand jumps, skims over buildings, falls, jumps again. That's what he did.

[plaguedrat]

"Up and over and around?" Rat asks, trying to imagine Grey moving around over those buildings.

"Like free running?"

[silenttrainbaby]

It isn't a name that Grey knows. It might have been what Tris called it, he doesn't remember. He shrugs. Perhaps?

[plaguedrat]

"Were you able to do that?" he asks. "On the train?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey holds his hands just a little apart. Short spurts, to prepare. Nothing like here, nothing like all the space, all the height.

[plaguedrat]

"Smaller, in the train?" he guesses. Even the biggest most luxurious train is still an iron box on wheels.