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Lorne kisses him softly. "If she asks, we'll just say that you hadn't planned on spending the night."

Jack nods, then quietly chuckles. "Your mother's going to think I came here just to fuck you."

Lorne laughs. "She might. And to fly. Don't forget the flying."

"And the flying." He squeezes Lorne's hand. "Which was amazing, sweetheart."

"Good," Lorne says softly, kissing Jack one more time before leading him into the house.

Inside, it smells of fried chicken and apple pie.

Jack inhales slowly. The food at the bar is just fine--but this is home-cooking, which he hasn't had for years.

"Evan?" comes a voice from the kitchen. "Is that you?"

"It's us," Lorne calls back, leading Jack into the kitchen where Maureen is waiting with an enormous plate of fried chicken, which she immediately hands over to Lorne.

"Take this into the dining room, would you, sweetie?"

"Can I help with anything?" Jack asks her.

"Oh, thank you, Jack," Maureen says and hands him a bowl of mashed potatoes. "Could you take this in as well? Evan will show you where."

Jack nods and follows Lorne. "Company food," he whispers to him.

Lorne smiles and shakes his head. "Company china," he says, gesturing to the place settings. "She cooks like this every time I come home."

"She's glad to have you home." He places the bowl of potatoes on the table.

"Yeah, she is," Lorne says softly, giving Jack a small smile and heading back to the kitchen to see what else he can do to help.

Jack follows him again. His mama raised him right.

Lorne gets handed a bottle of wine and Jack a bowl of green beans, and Maureen follows them into the dining room with a basket of fresh rolls.

"Sit down, boys," she says. "I think that's everything."

Jack sits, smiling at Lorne. He folds his hands together.

Lorne returns the smile and Maureen smiles at them both, then crosses herself and bows her head.

"For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful. Amen." Crossing herself once more, she raises her head and says, "Well? Tuck in. There's more than enough." She picks up the plate of chicken and offers it to Jack.

"Thank you, ma'am." He takes the plate and a piece of chicken and passes it to Lorne.

Maureen beams at him while Lorne takes a piece of chicken, and soon the potatoes, beans and rolls have also made their way around the table, and Lorne has poured the wine.

"So, tell me, Jack," she says. "What is it you do for a living?"

"I tend bar," Jack says and quietly thanks Lorne for filling his glass.

Lorne smiles across the table at him.

"Oh? That must be interesting. Do you like it?"

Lorne's willing to jump in and rescue Jack if his mom starts grilling Jack too hard, but for the moment, he's content to let Jack fend for himself.

"Yes, ma'am, I do. It's a good way to meet people. Hear a lot of interesting stories. The bar I work at attracts all kinds." He smiles at Lorne and eats some potatoes.

Lorne smiles as well, hiding it behind a roll.

"Is that how you and Evan met? At the bar?"

"Yes, ma'am." He sips his wine.

"Jack very kindly showed me the ropes," Lorne says with a smile. "And he's taken good care of me ever since."