"Pasta alfredo. It smells good, but I make no promises about edibility," James says, trailing into the kitchen behind Davin. Things do feel different between them now, and he knows that the majority of the reason is him. He is different. He's more confident in his feeling for Davin. All the other noise about his family's history with magic is just that: noise. None of it matters anymore. With all of that out of the way, all that's left is him and Davin. It's unfathomable now that he almost missed actually giving them a real shot. So he's just glad he has a second chance.

He moves near Davin pulling him in for another kiss. Food can wait for just a moment. He pulls back enough settling hsi hands on the tops of Davin's shoulders. "So how was your day?" he asks.