<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Theo waved off the other's thanks, "Don't mention it." He couldn't tear his eyes from the living ghost in his apartment. Still unbelieving. Still trying to wrap his around the fact that Michael was standing in front of him. "...I still can't believe you're here," he whispered, the wonderment in his voice clearly bleeding through. <br/>
<br/>
Shaking his head, he asked the other what he wanted to eat. Because getting some food into Michael was more important than his disbelief. The other male's instantly peaked interest and his quickly rattled off request drawing a soft smile from the artist. A pang of past moments tightening his chest. A lot had changed over the years but Michael's love of cheeseburgers hadn't. At least the pieces of shit that had kept him captive hadn't ruined that too.<br/>
<br/>
"You don't have to <i>settle." </i>Theo snapped, his smile fading with Michael's words. The anger that lanced through him sharp and curdling. Fleeting too. Cause the moment he realized he'd snapped at the other, he blinked, deflating. Rubbing at his forehead as he breathed out a soft sigh, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just..." He grabbed his phone off the counter with a shake of his head. It didn't take him long to place the order. Throwing in loaded fries and chicken tenders for himself as well as two large drinks. The automated alert let him know their order would be delivered in less than half an hour. <br/>
<br/>
Tossing the phone on the counter, he finally met the other's gaze, "If you want a cheeseburger, you'll get a cheeseburger. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."</span>