Sunday Six

[anarfea]

From my thing that was supposed to be for Mystrade Advent that I’m trying to finish before Christmas now:

“Sorry it’s just takeaway again.” Stephanie opens the styrofoam containers full of curry. “I’d cook, but I never know when you’re going to be home.”
Greg’s jaw tenses. They’ve had this argument three times this week already.
“Curry’s fine,” he says.