JW was a lot slower about disposing of his lunch--mostly because he was too busy watching Ginko be happy. He decided that he should cook more often. Usually when they ate, he brought home take-out or something from the gas station in cellophane in attempts to wow the man from the past.
"Thanks. My Mami taught me how to make 'em when I was a kid."
JW slowly plopped his chin into his hand and marveled at just how well things turned out. It had been so long since he'd taken pleasure in watching someone else actually enjoy themselves. Usually he just hoped and prayed to see Mr. Next Door to slip on his walkway from the kitchen window in the colder months.
"She did, I owe the Valentines a lot. They were my second family--the ones that gave me this."
'Second family', huh. That was something he hadn't heard about yet. Something shifted a little in Ginko's smile - but it was still there, and still genuine, if maybe a little bit sadder.
"Mhm. First thing they gave me. I'd kill a man over this shirt." MAYBE NOT THE BEST DINNER CONVERSATION, but he did say it lightly enough for it to be easily taken as a joke.
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theattic2015-08-13 03:59 pm
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He just grabbed one to start with, but it didn't last long. "Hey, these are really good."
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"Thanks. My Mami taught me how to make 'em when I was a kid."
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"Well, your Mami did a pretty great thing, then."
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"She did, I owe the Valentines a lot. They were my second family--the ones that gave me this."
He tugged at his shirt collar.
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"That why you wear it so much, then?"
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It wasn't one though.
"So, tacos?"