"You don't have to take care of me you know!" He replied turning around in the bathroom doorway, embarrassed that once again Callan had remembered while he had not. As hungry as he was it certainly would have been easier to let Callan fix him dinner, but it was the principle of the matter. Partners took care of each other.<br/><br/>"I'm not your master, your child or your pet," he grumbled, he didn't bother trying to give much in the way of explanation, knowing it wouldn't make sense. Instead he continued into the bathroom slamming the door. He stripped down and turned the water on as hot as he could bear. Only after the water had cooled did he step out and pull on thee sweats he had brought out with him. He combed his hair and brushed his teeth and listened to the door hoping Callan had decided to go out so he could get some food without having to look at him. Eventually he risked venturing out into the living area.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 9px">(petty Elliot is being petty)</span>