Hayden lets Virgil carry him to the kitchen, watching with amusement when he's placed on the counter.
"How am I supposed to cook from here?" He asks patronizingly, bright eyes fixed on Virgil's that's furrowed in concentration.
"I told you I would cook so just relax for me okay?" Virgil says distractedly, searching through cupboards.
Hayden wants to complain but the open earnestness on Virgil's face makes him stop, they're probably going to end up getting food from the kitchen's downstairs because there's no way he's standing for that long for at least the next couple days.
"Baby, the pans are in that cupboard not the cutlery shelf…" He finally says after watching Virgil fruitlessly search all the wrong places.
He manages to get a pan out after a couple more fails, looking as in control of the situation as only Virgil can be when he was obviously way out of his league.