Romance/Comedy, maybe. ----- The cookie incident. I WILL NEVER FORGET. "Your eye any better?" "I feel for Scott." Nero's sudden confession made my heart do a summersault. "That's nice of you." "..." Our heads turned away at the same time, and I looked down at the bowl I held. Cookie dough. His favorite. I kept it inside my bag when he rejected the solid cookies, so I stuffed them into the drawer. Nero was looking out into the sky, even thought he couldn't see properly. I sighed, before touching his shoulder and spinning him around. "Huh?" The spoon full of cookie dough quickly got clamped in between his lips and inside his mouth, and I could hear him gulping down the stuff. I rolled my eyes before taking it out forcefully, putting it in the bowl and pushing it to him. "There you go." A moment of silence. Just what I needed. -----