Lovino looked at Ludwig as he sat down at the table "thanks for letting me move in with you, Ludwig" he said as the german put a plate of pasta in front of him "I didn't know you cooked pasta"
"Feliciano taught me" Ludwig said before grabbing his plate of wurst "normally I would have just made wurst, but knowing you, you'd never eat it" he paused and looked at the Italian "and you need to eat something"
Lovino looked down at the pasta before picking up the fork "you'd better not have done anything to it" he said before taking a bit, he almost hummed like he did when Antonio cooked something good, but then he reminded himself that this was ludwig's cooking he was eating. He placed his fork down on his plate and just stared at the pasta "Why?" he whispered, he saw Ludwig look at him from his peripheral vision.
"Why what, Lovino?" Ludwig asked taking a bite from his wurst "Why am I letting you stay here?"
"yes, We both obviously dislike each other! We're both depressed because our boyfrie