Jason knew not to question me whenever I told him to do something of absolute urgency. Not that helping him shop was an absolute urgency, but I was severely worried for his wellbeing. The man knew how to cook, he just didn't do it because he had nobody to cook for.
It always got on my nerves how he would dismiss himself, even at the cost of his own health. I would always have to make sure he ate well back in college, and that in itself was ridiculous because he was the one who would cook. He even taught me how.
The skills that would help me comprehend how he could replace meals with celery juice were lacking in my brain. It just didn't make sense to me, and I doubted that it ever would.
"Alright, I have a cart. What now?" His voice came from behind me, scaring me half to death. I'd been so engrossed with the linguine in front of me that his presence hadn't registered.
