>>39798886update: I tell him dinner's ready. He said he'll be just a minute. Seems like he's trying to make friends! Which i'm glad he is- even if i'm a bit possessive. But i pulled it out of the over and it was overcooked. So when he finally leaves his room to see me, i'm on the verge of tears. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him that i fucked up dinner. He goes to inspect it, and said it looked amazing. He also asked what was wrong and i started to bawl, about how I wanted to make something really nice for him but couldn't. He picked me up and gave me a tight hug while cried. He told me to take some advil, because it's my trannycycle, and he knows that that's probably what's been having me moody.
He lies me down on the couch, and starts serving us portions, and tells me he wants nothing more than me and him to sit down at the dinner table. I nod and join him. Ended up just being in my bra and underwear. He seemed pretty unfazed, we're comfortable like that around each other. He's super happy we're having meat in our dinner, given we haven't had much meat lately. He takes his first bite and calls this my "best meal yet". I tell him it's just my mom's recipe. He says that nevertheless i've outdone myself, and he asks me about work. I tell him i had a long day, but showed him some of the stuff i drew at work. He's very impressed with my skill, especially because i've been wanting to get better at drawing lately, then he tells me about his day at work. He's doing really good so it made me super happy.
After we went to the couch and he lied me down next to him and we held each other for a bit, and he gave me a few pats and told me that I'm worth loving and that he likes that i like his company.
