Obito turned the stew around with the spoon a few times before handing it back to Itachi. "It's pretty much done. You can turn it off when you're ready." He slid away, back toward the oven to turn that off as well.
"Then I can just buy you things. Or get them somewhere, anyway." He sounded satisfied with that. "Home. Where do you live now, exactly? In the Uchiha district? Or no?"
Obito turned his face against Itachi's hair and shut his eye. Forgetting everything for a moment and just enjoying the touch, and wrapping his own arms around him to hold him back.
Obito moved it all to the table and then slid a chair out for Itachi, and went and perched on the other. He waited for his cousin to get a serving and then helped himself, though he wasn't particularly planning on eating. It was just nice to be part of the meal, a bit.
That was satisfying. So he could cook. Good to know. That was at least one skill he had that had absolutely nothing at all to do with killing anyone. He just lounged and turned his gaze away, relaxing.
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