[She actually has to think about that. It's been a while since they had the time to stop and eat. She vaguely remembers eating with Rictor and Delilah the last day before they headed toward safety, but can't actually recall if she did or not. So she just shrugs and points over her shoulder with her thumb.]
There is food there now. Hamburguesas, papas fritas, tiras de pollo, tartas...
[Her stomach rumbles just talking about it, right on cue. She ignores it in favor of staring up at him and looking him over. Stepping in closer, she peers into the sink. The bullets in there make some of the tension in her shoulders vanish, though there's still the matter of his wounds not healing.
In the back of her mind she realizes that she'll eventually go through this, after she's lived for too long. She's less afraid of that than the idea that she might get him back only to lose him again right after.
She wants to ask why it isn't working, but knows that he likely doesn't have any definitive answers. ]
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Date: 2017-04-12 06:38 pm (UTC)There is food there now. Hamburguesas, papas fritas, tiras de pollo, tartas...
[Her stomach rumbles just talking about it, right on cue. She ignores it in favor of staring up at him and looking him over. Stepping in closer, she peers into the sink. The bullets in there make some of the tension in her shoulders vanish, though there's still the matter of his wounds not healing.
In the back of her mind she realizes that she'll eventually go through this, after she's lived for too long. She's less afraid of that than the idea that she might get him back only to lose him again right after.
She wants to ask why it isn't working, but knows that he likely doesn't have any definitive answers. ]