you cleaned up, found jesus, things are good or so i hear

The soup broth in the pot steams heavily as Rin turns down the temperature before adding the last few ingredients, the noodles that just need cooked through, and the fresh vegetables that just need wilted, more than anything. He gives it a few stirs, before checking the large digital clock magnet stuck to the door of the fridge. It smells perfect, which is just as well. It is, more or less, an offering to appease the other person in Rin's little apartment, though he's far from consciously realizing it.

It's just cold out, and InuYasha is just arrived, and he needs a good meal if he plans on sleeping outside, and for that matter, up a tree.

Rin doesn't really get it, but you can't really argue with InuYasha. He's already figured that one out.

He'd let him wander and do whatever he wanted in the apartment when they'd first arrived, and it's only now, when the food is just on the edge of being done, that he decides he can start asking the questions that are really on his mind. He doesn't really know how to cut in, or even what to ask first, so he just gets the bowls out of the cupboard and gives InuYasha a long, strangled look of insecurity. He wishes he could come up with any kind of reasonable gameplan.

"You really didn't like it when that train station attendant knew your name," he says, almost wincingly. He's pretty sure he'll get a sarcastic answer back, but it's the only place he knows to start with.