[He looks down at Mark's hand on his arm and listens. He honestly wasn't sure what he'd been expecting at the end of this - he's not sure what he'd been expecting at all, except for bringing someone who'd been stranded back to civilization - but he'd never considered this to be an option. A meal and a talk. Compassion and help, from someone who wasn't expecting anything of him. A lifeline.]
[Deep down, some small, neglected part of him unfurls and starts to warm, and another part curls protectively around it. He can't trust anyone like that - not anymore, or maybe just not yet - but maybe this is a start.]
[And he really does need someone to talk with.]
[He meets Mark's smile with one of his own, small and achingly genuine.]
Thanks. That sounds great.
[A beat, and then:]
I should probably get you off this roof first, huh.
[Thai food coming from someplace called Thailand makes sense, though.]
[It doesn't take long to get down to Huvrye's room - he has one on a higher floor and it's been great - and he opens he door and lets Mark in. The room is messy, in a used-coffee-cups and laundry-on-the-bed sort of way, but it's not too bad. Hard for a guy who's used to living in an apartment the size of most people's closets to mess up an entire suite by himself in less than a week.]
[He knows the internet can be used for communication, but he'd just figured it was some sort of advanced radio. The idea of getting food there too is mind-blowing.]
[One of the upsides of being taller than most people is the ability to look over people's shoulders. Huvrye is trying not to crowd Mark, but he's definitely watching intently.]
Well, it depends on how far the restaurant is, how much you’re ordering, and how busy they are. Based on my past experiences with this place it’s twenty-five to thirty minutes, but maybe a bit longer. The question, really, is how do you want to pass the free time until then?
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[Deep down, some small, neglected part of him unfurls and starts to warm, and another part curls protectively around it. He can't trust anyone like that - not anymore, or maybe just not yet - but maybe this is a start.]
[And he really does need someone to talk with.]
[He meets Mark's smile with one of his own, small and achingly genuine.]
Thanks. That sounds great.
[A beat, and then:]
I should probably get you off this roof first, huh.
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[Mark smiles and moves away to the stair well door. It takes very little work to get it open, because he's used to doing it.]
I used to come up here to take pictures. I know my way down. Come on. What's your opinion on spicy food?
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[But Huvrye's not about to question that - not in the face of Mark's kindness towards him. Instead, he follows.]
I don't know. I don't think I've really had it before.
[Mess hall food - especially mess hall food for homunculi - is functional, not fun.]
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See, that's a shame. But I guess maybe where you're from doesn't have Thailand, so it's fair.
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[Thai food coming from someplace called Thailand makes sense, though.]
[It doesn't take long to get down to Huvrye's room - he has one on a higher floor and it's been great - and he opens he door and lets Mark in. The room is messy, in a used-coffee-cups and laundry-on-the-bed sort of way, but it's not too bad. Hard for a guy who's used to living in an apartment the size of most people's closets to mess up an entire suite by himself in less than a week.]
Sooooo how do we get Thai food here?
[First things first.]
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You learn how to order food online yet?
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[He knows the internet can be used for communication, but he'd just figured it was some sort of advanced radio. The idea of getting food there too is mind-blowing.]
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[He grabs out his phone and pulls up the door dash like app.]
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I don't think I have that one on mine.
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Okay, food first, and then that.
[Priorities.]
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Any allergies I should know about?
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[Said like it's a foreign concept - which, for Huvrye, it kind of is.]
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Alright. What about cultural rules about meat, and how is your tolerance for spicy food?
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I'm used to mess hall food. Just pick something and I'll try it.
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Thank fuck for guild cards, right? Because we’re going to teach you some good foods.
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I keep waiting for them to make me pay it back, but they haven't yet, so. [He shrugs.] I'm paying.
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[And photography wasn't cheap.]
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[He probably needs to start thinking a little bigger, if that's the case.]
[...he has no idea how to even do that, and he pushes it to the side for now. Things to worry about later when he actually has some time to think.]
So how long does the food take to get here?
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[How do you pass free time with another person? With a friendly civ? He doesn't really know, but he's willing to figure it out.]
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