Harlow blinked at him a few times and took a step closer to him, wrapping her arms around him somewhat tightly and laying her head lightly against his shoulder. It felt like she was really just on autopilot and would most definitely regret the awkwardness later, but in the moment it was nice. She closed her eyes and took a small breath- at least his cologne was comforting.

He smiled, gently placing his arms loosely on her back. Honestly he might've needed this hug. It'd been a long time. Being the son of a very busy single father who was only there some of the time lead to making a man who was barely hugged after the age of 10. He really couldn't care less that it was the woman who'd just kidnapped him either. A hug is a hug. Especially since it looked like she needed it.

Harlow leaned into his arms for almost a little too long, but he didn't seem to mind it. "Thank you." She muttered softly, lightly slipping away from him and staring at the waffle maker he had taken down for her. She plugged it in and grabbed the waffle batter, trying very hard to pretend he wasn't there.

he watched her after she moved out of his arms. "Mhm." He sat back down, watching her with remorse and curiosity at the same time. She seemed to be ignoring him now. He didn't know what else to do than watch her. "Are you ignoring me now for sny reason in particular?" He asked in curious, gentle and teasing tones all packed into one question.

Harlow shot him a small, apologetic smile over shoulder. "Sorry. I don't react well to awkward situations. Uhm- do you want anything in your waffles?" She asked softly, clearing her throat and looking back at the waffle maker. "I have chocolate chips and stuff." She shrugged, deciding to pull on her big girl panties and turn around to look at him.

"Its okay." He smiled, a slight laugh followed it. "No, I'm weird like that." He did not infact eat waffles with anything. Not even syrup on them. Plain waffles are sufficient. He experimented on so many poor waffles. Sitting home alone sometimes you have to get creative with your time. "I ruined too many with too much flavor. i like em plain."

"Oooh, quirky." Harlow teased, turning to pour some batter into the waffle maker and set it before turning around to look at him again. "Wow. Not even like, whipped cream on the top? Butter, maple syrup-?" She asked curiously, looking over at her phone as it chimed with a text. She glanced at the ID and then ignored it. And then... another notification. And another. And then two after that. From the same person. She was glaring at her phone like she wanted to throw it across the room; but instead she picked her phone up and turned it on silent, tossing it on the counter and turning back to him.

He perked up a little at whipped cream though. "Okay maybe I didn't ruin whipped cream- but yes. You wouldn't believe how bad a teenage boy can cook til you taste test it all. My masterpieces often were the opposite but I still made them anyway." He smiled, slightly embarrassed. He tilted his head slightly at the hostile phone treatment, the curiousness seemed to transmit to his face as well.

"You must've had a pitiful childhood." Harlow said jokingly, walking to her fridge to grab the classic spray can of whipped cream. As she walked back, she noticed the curious expression on his face. "Oh, that's your babysitter." She wore a slightly evil grin. After, she shook up the can and squirted some in her mouth before walking up behind him and making sure to throw some on his nose. She giggled slightly at the sight and walked back to the waffle maker, flipping it over and grabbing a plate from her cabinet.

He smiled, looking down slightly. "Lonely maybe. Same thing." He laughed slightly. For the first time since she'd met him. He rolled his eyes and turned away slightly. "At least I should be in capable hands." He looked around to admire her kitchen. He glanced up, noticing her footsteps. And some whipped cream on his nose. He grinned. "Well thanks." He wiped it off of his nose, sticking it in his mouth.