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"Uh. It's Tobias. Leave a message."

[He wanders into the kitchen, and - oh. That's right.]

S-sorry, I never said. Just butter's fine...

[He climbs up onto a chair and sits down, resisting the urge to curl his knees up into his chest.]

You said 'vet'... were you a soldier?

Sure was.

[He scoops a good-sized portion out for Tobias and does the same for himself, and sets both plates down at the table. Also, forks, because he's not a loser like Asher who forgets these things and gets up like five times before he actually starts eating.]

Kinda surprised you caught that. I figure most kids your age woulda thought veterinarian.

Edited Date: 2016-05-21 07:36 pm (UTC)

... I mean, I guess... but somehow you don't... seem like a veterinarian. Um.

[... What's he's supposed to say? Oh.]

Th... thank you for your s... service. Even if... I don't think people should have to fight.

[York pauses for a moment. He can't remember the last time someone thanked him for his military service; it's not like he deserves it. But his face softens anyway and he sits.]

I decided to fight hoping that someday, they wouldn't. Have to, I mean.

[He scoots his chair in and gestures at Tobias's plate with his fork.]

Go ahead, dig in, kid. There's a little left in the pot, too, let me know if you want seconds when you're done.

... That's... that's good of you.

[He does dig in, trying to keep from eating too fast but... he can't really help it. He's hungry, and even if he knows he should pace himself he's not convinced that he's going to actually get seconds. He gets served last, doesn't he?]

You should go ahead and have it if you want more. You're the one who cooked it.

And ruin my figure?

[Okay, no, York is a big muscley soldier dude, he obviously eats a ton.]

Don't worry about me. I've still got food at home if I'm hungry later. Think there's still leftovers from what North cooked last night...

You live with friends? That must be nice...

[Because how do friends, we don't even know at this point.]

["Friends." He smiles a little.]

Yeah, it is.

[He takes another bite, then twirls his fork a little.]

Especially since North's a much better cook than me or Carolina. He spoils us, I'm telling you.

[Look he's only dimly aware of The Gay at this point, let's not go too fast.]

That sounds nice. It must be nice to have friends... like that...

[His books are friends, that's about it.]

You could come over sometime, if you want.

[He offers it lightly, carefully.]

North would be happy to cook for you, he's great with kids. And Carolina, she'd love someone to show off to.

Th... that seems... I don't know.

[It's bad enough he's in a stranger's house right now.]

Eh, just think about it. It's an open invitation, just let me know if you do decide to take us up on it. You know how to use these phones?

[He pats the pocket where his 'Gear is.]

They don't seem too hard to use... like the ones on Star Trek. They look like you just push a button and it goes. Except when they - oh.

[He went Full Nerd again, didn't he?]

A-anyway, I can probably figure it out.

Great. Okay, let me make sure you have my number. Uh, you seen a pen around?

[Tobias should already have his number in his 'Gear, but, y'know. Gotta keep up appearances and all, minimize freaking out the kid as much as possible.]