Chapter 19The walk to the bakery had been uneventful. There had been a man by the lamppost right outside, but Pitch had ignored him, so Shiro had too. The parking outside the bakery had been empty, and the calm of the morning had Shiro’s muscles unclenching.
Pitch smiled at him as he started pouring ingredients into mixing bowls, and Shiro found himself smiling back. He’d survived the first night with Pitch, granted they hadn’t done more than sleep, but still.
“Is there anything I can do?”
Shiro shook his head. “No. Astra will be in soon, and then she’ll be preparing and fixing breakfast.”
Pitch watched him with narrowed eyes.
“What?”
“Can I leave you?”
Shiro stilled. “Leave me?”
“I was thinking…I should head to the apartment and grab some clean clothes.” He looked torn. “I’ll wait
