"You shouldn't be, you're fine," David says, reaching out to put his fingertips against Derek's chest briefly, as if to reassure him, but just as likely to get a good feel of his muscles. "But cake is cake. And I want cake."
He also wants ribs. And some of the cornbread. And the beans. Even the coleslaw smells good, which isn't usually David's thing, because it has a lot of cabbage in it, but it also has a lot of mayonnaise, so the cabbage can be forgiven.
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He also wants ribs. And some of the cornbread. And the beans. Even the coleslaw smells good, which isn't usually David's thing, because it has a lot of cabbage in it, but it also has a lot of mayonnaise, so the cabbage can be forgiven.