"So am I." he paused, deep in thought. "We need to eat." he headed into the kitchen and fired up the gas range while grabbing a clean skillet and opening the fridge to grab a few things. Soon he was buttering bread and cutting cheese. Soon the smell filled the air, he was glad for that and knew she hadn't left- he would have heard.<br/><br/>"I hope you still like these." he said after a moment. How many of these had he made for her at his old house? Now he lived in the apartment above the pub, he often watched her open her shop while he sipped his coffee, wondering what the hell had gone wrong. Of course now that he knew he felt like a total idiot for not pressing the issue. But, he had felt that giving her space was the right thing to do.