Okay, the suggestion of throwing a pack of beef jerky at Cal's head did have Gerard letting out a quiet breathless kind of laugh again as he pushed himself up to his feet to stand again. Cal, his Cal, was always trying to get Gerard to roughhouse with him, but while Cal had grown up with an older brother and a mother who didn't give a shit mostly what they got up to, Gerard had been an only child with an utterly overbearing mother and never spoke to a child his own age until he could no longer really be thought of as a child. Roughhousing was only finally no longer becoming an alarming thing to witness, and he'd likely never learn to do it himself.

"All the food you could want - well, okay, we haven't gone grocery shopping for a few days so not quite that. But there's some leftover Indian food, a quarter of a breakfast casserole, and I'm filly capable of making something as well if neither of those sound good," he offered. He wasn't as good a cook as Niko, but he was learning to copy his recipes acceptably - though he did not mention that part, not wanting to step poorly onto that subject given Cal's loss of his own Niko and the complicated feelings for this one.