"Going to cook for me?" It was spoken with an ironic twist of his lips. "How charming."
Edward looked over, to steal a peek at Eridan's facial expression. The other man was worn, he could see, exhausted and nearing the breaking point. They all were, but Eridan was one of those few who slipped between the cracks -- immortal and dead at once. Broken legs and still walking. It could disturb even the most veteran of their circumstance.
"I have things, in the freezer," he said. A vague offering. Fish, mostly, frozen past its natural due date but nevertheless edible. Frying pans in the humble cupboard nearby. Maybe there was oil around, for the ease of cooking. "You're welcome to help yourself."
Edward wasn't in the habit of eating, not regularly. It was still difficult to identify hunger sometimes, he was so used to the status quo of infrequent energy.
He removed himself from Eridan, voluntarily, but remained on the floor. Staring above, up at the ceiling.
"Do you have people, Eridan? Romantically, I mean."
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Edward looked over, to steal a peek at Eridan's facial expression. The other man was worn, he could see, exhausted and nearing the breaking point. They all were, but Eridan was one of those few who slipped between the cracks -- immortal and dead at once. Broken legs and still walking. It could disturb even the most veteran of their circumstance.
"I have things, in the freezer," he said. A vague offering. Fish, mostly, frozen past its natural due date but nevertheless edible. Frying pans in the humble cupboard nearby. Maybe there was oil around, for the ease of cooking. "You're welcome to help yourself."
Edward wasn't in the habit of eating, not regularly. It was still difficult to identify hunger sometimes, he was so used to the status quo of infrequent energy.
He removed himself from Eridan, voluntarily, but remained on the floor. Staring above, up at the ceiling.
"Do you have people, Eridan? Romantically, I mean."