It doesn't take long for Phil to straighten up his clothes, tucking himself back in and putting his undershirt on. Scott's not bothered by the scar but Phil doesn't quite like looking at it. It's a good reminder and a bad one. One of these days he'll figure out how he feels about it.

Phil stops in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Scott work in his kitchen. He looks loose, relaxed, and happy like he had an orgasm instead of only giving one. Honestly, he's happy and handsome and sweet... and Phil adores him a lot. He is very invested in what he expected to be a casual fling that would satisfy Scott's curiosity about him and then wrap up neatly.

Apparently not.

"It smells really good." Phil washes his hands before he goes to deal with the dough which has risen to a nice size and ready for the pan and the oven. He slides it in and then searches for his phone to set a timer.

"That shouldn't take long to bake. It'll be a nice basic bread when it's done." Phil reaches out and rubs his hand across Scott's shoulders.