Ok, be gentle people, first show-related fanfiction I've written in forever.
The Bear, pre-series. Eventually part of a story called "Three Important Meals Carmy Made That Never Got Reviewed"
Carmy was stressed and Donna was going through another one of her bad patches. When Donna was hungover, she liked to try to eat ice cream bars or popsicles(She didn’t usually have much appetite, though and never ate more than a bite or two. Probably trying to settle her stomach, he realized later, though the walls of the apartment were thin enough that he could hear it didn’t work.
His mother looked tired, but not in a bad mood, despite the headache that made her wince. “You don’t have to worry about me,” but her voice wasn’t steady so it kind of said the opposite
She mumbled good morning and he watched,already known for the big, serious blue eyes.”You can’t start your day that way,” Carmy argued. “Breakfast is important….they said so in school.”
Bobby said “Since when do you pay attention in school?” and made Sugar snicker, a moment of unity between them.
Carmy stuck to his guns. “Well, that part makes sense.” He clambered up on a kitchen chair and checked the bread box and then somehow found a package of cinnamon that Donna couldn’t remember buying, and not like she couldn’t remember stuff that year, more like it had been, maybe an actual fucking wedding present.
But Carmy made that cinnamon toast. Like he was splitting atoms or doing magic. He was so committed and serious that the other kids couldn’t make fun of him and that Donna found some long-buried appetite and ate half.