C16 Insanity.
That night, I'm pottering around the small kitchen of the apartment, cooking a meal for Uncle Tobias and I. I hear him walk in, his hair wet from the shower. A white towel is hanging loosely around his neck and he reaches up, using it to dry his hair. His eyes scan over the various pans on the cooker and he smiles softly.
"You're cooking?"
I nod my head, stirring the sauce as it simmers.
"Yeah