Damian's POV

I woke up to the smell of bacon, sizzling reaching my ears from the kitchen. I got up, stretching, and walked to the kitchen, poking my head in to see Todd with his headphones in, flipping eggs. He hummed and danced, twirling and flipping the egg in the air. He did that once more when I decided to interrupt.
     "What is the meaning of this?" I ask. Todd yelped, the egg flying up and landing on his head, the yolk breaking and leaking into his hair. He dropped the pan on the floor, his iPod flying into the table, headphones going with it.
     "Holy sh*t, Damian, you gave me a heart attack..." Todd sighed, picking up the pan and his iPod, headphones being placed on the table. He turned off the stove and started towards the bathroom. "Im gonna go shower....mornin' by the way." He said. I walked over to the counter and saw toast with butter on one plate, some bacon sitting next to it. He had only one egg, so that could only mean he was cooking for one person. Himself. <tt>. I should've expected as much from Todd. Selfish and self centered. Not long after, the devil himself came out.
     "You're a horrible person!" I snapped. He stopped, raising both eyebrows in surprise.
     "Your point?" He asked, lowering an eyebrow so that one was raised.
     "Don't bother to cook for me at all! Just cook for yourself like I'm not here!" I growled. I was about fed up now. No one cares about me. I can take a hint.
     "Dude, this is for you." Todd said, gesturing both hands to the plate. He went to the fridge and pulled out another egg, rinsing off the pan, spraying it with Pam Spray, and setting it on the stove. He turned the stove on and waited a minute, cracking the egg against the table and breaking it open over the pan. It sizzled and settled, the smell soon reaching my nose. Those words were like a slap to the face. But not the rejection or mean kind. The "you were just proven wrong" kind. I stared, gawking at him.
     "Then where is yours?" I asked, still astounded.
     "What do you mean?" Todd hummed, flipping the egg through the air with such skill, the yolk not even so much as moving as it hit the pan.
     "Surely you're eating too." I insisted, waiting for his reply.
     "Oh no, this is yours. I'm not making myself any. I'll just have a granola bar or somethin'." Todd replied, sliding the egg onto the plate and sliding it over to my end of the table. He put everything away and when he turned around, I shoved a piece of toast in his mouth. "Hmph!" Todd was caught off guard, pulling the toast out of his mouth and raising an eyebrow.
     "We'll split it, then. I can't cook, and since you are not willing to make a meal for yourself, I guess we will have to share." I said, sitting down and pulling the chair next to me out for him. Todd stared at me, still holding the toast. "Well? Did I stutter or something? Sit down!"