"Nezumi! I have food!" Sion called cheerfully, bursting through the door with a brown bag in each arm being hugged close to his body. Snowflakes on his head reflected the warm light of the lantern, appearing to make his hair sparkle red light until the frozen water melted in the sudden warmth of the room.

"Well, isn't that nice? Now close the door; you're letting the cold air in." a familuar voice called from an unknown destination. Nezumi appeared from behind one of the many bookcases slowly, distracted by the paper-back book he was currently engrossed in. Sion did as he was told, then set the groceries down on the coffee table and started digging through them aimlessly with a pleased grin.

"I managed to get mostly things that are fairly good quality."

"Uh-huh."

"And I found some money on the ground."

"Good for you."

The younger male's grin grew as he pulled out a bundle of papers from the bottem of one of the bags. "Aaand I got your script!" He lazily waved the sheets just out of his roommate's reach.

Nezumi set his book down with a little too much speed and reached for the slightly crinkled papers. "You didn't read any thing did you?"

"Why would it matter if I did?"

"Because you don't need to know and it's rude to go through other people's things."

Sion just smiled and handed the script over willingly. "Don't worry, I only read the title." Nezumi grunted in response as he adverted his eyes to the script and skimmed through the pages.

"What's with that stupid grin then?"

"Oh, nothing..."

"Sion. Tell me."

Said boy just tapped the side of his cheek bone with his index finger, as if thinking. "Well, I stopped by the kids' house to see how they were doing and their mother had a gift for me as a thank you for reading to them." he said slowly, his smile only growing impossibly larger. Nezumi glared at him, irritated at how Sion was evading his question so intentionally.

"Well?"

"...Nezumi, when's the last time you had cherry pie?"

"That night four years ago, why?" Though, he felt like he already knew the answer.

Sion reached into one of the bags, hand disappearing to the bottem, and pulled out an old plastic container with two slices of recently baked cherry pie. He smiled up at Nezumi with hopeful eyes in such away that the taller teen would never be able to turn down his request. "I was hoping we could have some before dinner tonight."

Nezumi looked away, recalling the night when twelve-year-old Sion had given the starving and injured 'rat' his food. Sometimes he would still taste it in his dreams or smell the warm pie in the air. "Do whatever you want; it's your turn to cook anyways."

The room just radiated with the toxic glow of Sion's smile as he scrambled to get plates and forks; carelessly bumping into Nezumi. He moved quickly, handing Nezumi his plate of pie before the dark-haired teen had time to scold Sion for being so unaware of his surroundings. That radioactive smile of pure joy still plastered firmly on his face. Nezumi felt like he'd get cancer or at the very least a cavity from that smile, but a part of him liked it. He liked seeing Sion so purely happy, being able to bask in the warmth of the up-turned corners of his mouth as he chattered excitedly about his day, knowing that in some little way, he'd brought that smile into this little room.

As they sat on the couch, Nezumi hesitantly draped an arm over Sion's shoulder. "You need to stop smiling like that before you put the pie to shame."

"Huh?"

Nezumi smirked. "Oh nothing," he thought, "just this pie can't be as sweet as the look on your face..."