well, it's an idiot heart...

[youwereameteor]

It's apparently a day of things he misses. While Reid's at his appointment, Jim spends some time in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. In the end, he decides on pizza because he hasn't had pizza in months and Reid's got this penchant for junk food that Jim doesn't always understand, but there it is

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[percevalian]

Reid's late by almost ten minutes. He has sessions with Jamie everyday at six down by the lagoon, and when he'd gotten back, he'd been sticky with sweat and salt. Having never really been on a proper date before, he was only guessing, but felt it would probably be the nice thing to do if he showed up clean. If Jim's making the effort, he can at least do that much.

When he walks in at 7:38, hair damp, he's more than a little surprised at how much effort Jim apparently has gone to; he'd thought they were just going to be eating together.

"Is that pizza?" he asks, astonished and suddenly very glad he bothered to shower.

[youwereameteor]

"Yup," says Jim, carefully setting the pizza down on the table and then wiping his hands on a cloth. He managed to get a shower while the pizza was in and he's wearing a clean shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "And there's salad. I thought about fries but decided against it. I did make desret though."

[percevalian]

"I didn't know you were going to cook," Reid admits for lack of anything better to say, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he stares first at the food and then at Jim. "I would have…I don't know. Made more of an effort, I guess." Mostly, it kind of freaks him out that it's all for him.

[youwereameteor]

"You didn't have to do anything," says Jim, looking up, and he actually manages a smile. "You could, you know, just sit down and eat. That would be okay, Spencer. You hungry?"