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Luca was still apprehensive about the idea of flipping something so big, and stepped back to give Garrett room to do so. Even with two spatulas he thought that there was too much weight for the bread to withstand, but after being told over and over that he didn't know and was too stupid to understand anything, he was always hesitant to voice opinions that went against someone else's. Surely the detective had to know better than he did, right?
His eyes followed the pancake as it popped up much too high, and then back down until it landed on Garrett's head with a wet pap. He closed them then, cringing at the mess for a moment before daring to crack one eye open again and both see and hear Garrett laughing. They'd ruined the pancake, wasted the batter, and it was all over Garrett's head, but he was laughing. It caught Luca off guard, enough so that he didn't manage to find his voice again before the other man was gone. The very idea of continuing to smile and look happy after something that felt disastrous was so confusing it had him reeling for a long minute or two before he recovered enough to get an oven mitt and gently nudge the pan away from the hot burner, not knowing how long Garrett would be gone and not wanting anything to burn.
He was still standing anxiously near the stove but not next to it when Garrett came back, wringing the oven mitt absentmindedly in both hands. When asked to try again he could only shake his head a little, shuffling back a bit further from the stove like he didn't so much as want to touch it again. "S- Sorry. . ." He managed faintly, eyes aimed away and with a nervous hunch to his shoulders. He'd only done what he was told, and Garrett wasn't angry, but he couldn't help the reflex to apologize and try to look small, like that would help him be in less trouble. Sometimes it was hard to remember that everyone wouldn't be so mad all the time anymore, even if he couldn't recall a time when Evelyn or Garrett had ever been mad at him before. Maybe he was saying sorry for that too.
His eyes followed the pancake as it popped up much too high, and then back down until it landed on Garrett's head with a wet pap. He closed them then, cringing at the mess for a moment before daring to crack one eye open again and both see and hear Garrett laughing. They'd ruined the pancake, wasted the batter, and it was all over Garrett's head, but he was laughing. It caught Luca off guard, enough so that he didn't manage to find his voice again before the other man was gone. The very idea of continuing to smile and look happy after something that felt disastrous was so confusing it had him reeling for a long minute or two before he recovered enough to get an oven mitt and gently nudge the pan away from the hot burner, not knowing how long Garrett would be gone and not wanting anything to burn.
He was still standing anxiously near the stove but not next to it when Garrett came back, wringing the oven mitt absentmindedly in both hands. When asked to try again he could only shake his head a little, shuffling back a bit further from the stove like he didn't so much as want to touch it again. "S- Sorry. . ." He managed faintly, eyes aimed away and with a nervous hunch to his shoulders. He'd only done what he was told, and Garrett wasn't angry, but he couldn't help the reflex to apologize and try to look small, like that would help him be in less trouble. Sometimes it was hard to remember that everyone wouldn't be so mad all the time anymore, even if he couldn't recall a time when Evelyn or Garrett had ever been mad at him before. Maybe he was saying sorry for that too.