[is he aware of Yuri's discomfort about leaving him to his own devices a second time in one night? can he sense the sardonic undertones hidden behind the polite inquiry?
surprisingly, it's quite impossible to tell. Jonathan may be a man with his emotions on his sleeve at all times, but here it makes no difference; the reaction Yuri receives would be identical regardless of how much he grasped. the other man stands, carefully maneuvering around the table to take the outstretched knife. he grasps it with a gentle precision, taking care not to accidentally endanger Yuri.
nothing hurts more than sincerity in the face of bitterness.]
I'm still learning my way around the finer points of cooking, but I'm capable enough when it comes to the basics. Please let me know if you need anything else done as you go along.
[the blade really does appear minuscule in Jonathan's massive hands, lending more than a little credence to his self-deprecation. but this is hardly the first time that he's worked with improperly sized tools, and he sets about chopping with the ready precision of a seasoned hand. it likely doesn't appear too elegant, mismatched as he is, but the broccoli doesn't suffer for it.
this had been the easiest part of learning to cook. focus, precision, a blade in his hand...all things that he'd studied diligently in other forms. it was almost soothing to be able to bring them together here in the kitchen.]
well now they're permanently crippled, good job
[is he aware of Yuri's discomfort about leaving him to his own devices a second time in one night? can he sense the sardonic undertones hidden behind the polite inquiry?
surprisingly, it's quite impossible to tell. Jonathan may be a man with his emotions on his sleeve at all times, but here it makes no difference; the reaction Yuri receives would be identical regardless of how much he grasped. the other man stands, carefully maneuvering around the table to take the outstretched knife. he grasps it with a gentle precision, taking care not to accidentally endanger Yuri.
nothing hurts more than sincerity in the face of bitterness.]
I'm still learning my way around the finer points of cooking, but I'm capable enough when it comes to the basics. Please let me know if you need anything else done as you go along.
[the blade really does appear minuscule in Jonathan's massive hands, lending more than a little credence to his self-deprecation. but this is hardly the first time that he's worked with improperly sized tools, and he sets about chopping with the ready precision of a seasoned hand. it likely doesn't appear too elegant, mismatched as he is, but the broccoli doesn't suffer for it.
this had been the easiest part of learning to cook. focus, precision, a blade in his hand...all things that he'd studied diligently in other forms. it was almost soothing to be able to bring them together here in the kitchen.]