[He pped off the bed and followed behind Sirius, glancing into the mirror. This stranger he'd woken up with was good looking, and young, if a bit tired. But the man he saw in the mirror, the reflection of himself, it made him pull away and leave the bathroom again. He looked much older, and worn down than the other man.
There may have been someone attractive under there, but he saw none of it in his reflection. Why did he look so worn out, as if plagued by ghosts and nightmares? And why had he woken in bed with this man?
He opened the other door instead, stepping out into the shared living room and heading straight for what he recognized as the kitchen.]
I'll see what there is in the way of edibles. Maybe I know how to cook?
[Would he remember how to if he had things to cook in front of him?]
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There may have been someone attractive under there, but he saw none of it in his reflection. Why did he look so worn out, as if plagued by ghosts and nightmares? And why had he woken in bed with this man?
He opened the other door instead, stepping out into the shared living room and heading straight for what he recognized as the kitchen.]
I'll see what there is in the way of edibles. Maybe I know how to cook?
[Would he remember how to if he had things to cook in front of him?]