It was at least an hours drive into town to the nearest store that would have all the things Marcus couldn't go without. He started in the home section first, picking up things he thought they might need to make the cabin seem more their own. Toiletries, nightlights, candles (not for the basement), a radio and some CDs because he didn't imagine they would pick up any stations out where they were. He went to the arts and crafts section and purchased Luca an assortment of supplies. Drawing pencils, coloring pencils, acrylic paint, drawing paper, and then canvas as well. He hoped it would keep him busy while he was away. He made sure to get the food items he specified as well (all beside the gum) and took care while he shopped. He used the help of a dairy free cookbook that he was buying for Luca anyway to fill his cart. Meat, vegetables, rice, potatoes, and then various lactose free substitutes that he hoped Luca would enjoy. He checked labels though he didn't entirely avoid it all together. Some things he purchased for himself but the bulk of it should cater to Luca, though it still left room for some trial and error. He read that some things could be tolerated by a lactose intolerant person, such as butter and perhaps aged cheese as the lactose was drained off in the aging process but that was entirely dependent on the individual. He got some of those things that were on the 'maybe would be okay' section of the cookbook and would ask Luca about it later. He wanted to give him plenty of options and too much food seemed better than not enough. Marcus did not want to have to leave Luca more than he had to and so he filled the cart to almost piling over.<br/><br/>It had taken longer than expected. Much longer. Nearly four hours at the store with Marcus having to look and search for things. So in total, he'd been gone for just over six hours by the time he finally reached home, and then he proceeded to unload the car before securing the front door, which took another thirty minutes at least. Luca would be allowed to help him put it away but he didn't trust him making trips to and from the car.<br/><br/>“I'm sorry Luca, I was trying to make sure you had all that you needed,” Marcus said, a little tired himself after such a daunting task. He hoped that his boyfriend appreciated all the effort he'd put in and saw just how much thought the process had taken him.<br/><br/>“I didn't bring anything home for dinner because I figure you might cook instead. I got you another recipe book that caters specifically to your dietary needs. I think I may understand it a little better now,” he was saying as he unlocked the basement. “I set it beside the stove. I can show you what else I got as we put the groceries away. We may need to wipe out some cabinets and the fridge itself. There's a bottle of bleach in one of the bags. I hope you're not upset with me for being gone longer than I expected. It should be quicker each time with knowing the sort of things that you like and eat regularly.” Maybe the next time he'd do the shopping on his way back from work. While it wasn't anything he was looking forward to doing regularly he knew he couldn't send someone to do it for him. And with Luca cooking at home, it seemed fair.<br/><br/>He left the basement door open and walked back into the kitchen, where he'd set everything down on the counter and the dining room table. There was so much of it but he refused to put anything on the floor. He was looking for the bleach and some kitchen towels but ran across the art supplies first.<br/><br/>“Here Luca, I think these are the things that you wanted,” he said as he pulled them out of their bags and stacked them in a neat little pile on the table. The canvas' were leaning up against the back of a dining chair.