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Cooking was something you liked to do on your own. No one was there to interfere with the way you did things, no nagging about following a recipe exactly. You were simply allowed to be lost in your own little world while preparing a meal.
That changed when you met Sniper, at least a little bit.
It was another night of making dinner with your partner. You focused on cooking the chicken in front of you while he was cutting up vegetables. He made no attempt to push you to talk, simply there to help in any way he could. He approached the stove, cutting board in hand, a wordless request for you to step aside. You did, and he dumped the vegetables in the pan.
Sniper was out of your way after that, leaning on the counter and watching you. He noticed the way you were struggling with your hair, flipping it over your shoulders so often. He knew you didn’t like him interfering with your process, but surely helping you with your hair wouldn’t be a big deal.
He approached his bedside table, grabbing the hair tie you left there. He smiled to himself just a little, maybe it wasn’t a big deal, but he loved seeing your belongings in his makeshift home. He walked back to the kitchenette, hair tie stretched over his fingers.
He ran his hand over your shoulder, so as not to startle you. You hummed your acknowledgement, figuring he’d speak up if he wanted a verbal response. He gathered your hair in his free hand, incredibly gentle, as if he’d ruin it if he wasn’t. He pulled the hair tie over your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head once he secured the elastic.
You smiled to yourself. Yes, you could definitely get used to cooking with him.