John supposed that something strange must have happened over night if Sullivan was so willing to cooperate. He was down right excited, but preserved his cool. For a moment he watched the younger male and then went to fetch first the bowls and then the spoons. He set them on the table, giving Sullivan the liberty to arrange them anyways, any way the younger male wanted to. It wasn’t that Lavington was escaping the decision-making, but rather was giving Sullivan an upper hand after the agreement.
He glanced out of the window. Over night, obviously, the snow didn’t melt yet. Dimly the man wondered if it would snow any time soon. He didn’t really want to shovel snow on his vacation. By the eyes returned to the kitchen soon enough. “I have a random question,” he said. “How surprised is Neko gonna be when he finds out that we’re dating?” John sat down on the chair, eyes locked on Sullivan.