He could handle the cooking part; it was everything that came before it that he hadn't yet mastered. Not quite, not enough for him to want to make it for Raylan and have it turn out tasting bad. He could figure it out with enough time and trial, yes, Ganymede wasn't unintelligent: it just wasn't something he'd tried to gain ease in doing for himself alone. But having a lover who liked it...that was much better motivation. Raylan usually was.
"It won't," he murmured back to the soft hope his friend voiced, holding tight until Raylan let go first. Ganymede knew he would worry about Raylan when he was working, that was simply part of life. But the marshal was smart, skilled, determined...and lucky. And he could do nothing more than trust Raylan wouldn't gamble with his own life too recklessly for something that he didn't believe in. He trusted that Raylan could do his job, and do it well.
He had evidence now too, and that certainly made the trusting easier. Ganymede could recall with a truly startling clarity the look on Raylan's face as he'd aimed and fired at the man who'd been holding him at gunpoint hours ago.
"Always," he murmured back, returning the kiss to the soft skin just below Raylan's earlobe, following him out once he'd slipped a shirt back on, carefully hiding the bandage on his ribs. The nearest place to get food wasn't far, and Ganymede decided to just watch Raylan for a moment, studying the way the man held things and marveling for a flash of a moment how those fingers could be so dexterous in so many other ways.
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"It won't," he murmured back to the soft hope his friend voiced, holding tight until Raylan let go first. Ganymede knew he would worry about Raylan when he was working, that was simply part of life. But the marshal was smart, skilled, determined...and lucky. And he could do nothing more than trust Raylan wouldn't gamble with his own life too recklessly for something that he didn't believe in. He trusted that Raylan could do his job, and do it well.
He had evidence now too, and that certainly made the trusting easier. Ganymede could recall with a truly startling clarity the look on Raylan's face as he'd aimed and fired at the man who'd been holding him at gunpoint hours ago.
"Always," he murmured back, returning the kiss to the soft skin just below Raylan's earlobe, following him out once he'd slipped a shirt back on, carefully hiding the bandage on his ribs. The nearest place to get food wasn't far, and Ganymede decided to just watch Raylan for a moment, studying the way the man held things and marveling for a flash of a moment how those fingers could be so dexterous in so many other ways.