( okay, no, that was not where she was going with that unfinished statement. and not even accurate, because she's fine now. sure, lost the people most important to her on day one of the labyrinth, ran scared from a mutated lion, a dragon, a hoard of monstrous amalgamations that might have been animals, and a minotaur. got stuck in a highbacked chair and partially degloved her hand in an effort to break away from the drill, then stumbled with infection. almost got eaten alive by the visage of her dead lover, then got beaten to shit trying to prevent that fate for someone else. hadn't slept more than an hour or two at a time and barely broke into her stash of provisions because adrenaline twisted an ugly knot in her stomach that promised she'd just throw up whatever went down.
but it wasn't like the first mission. where she'd actually had to kill someone — three someone's, who all looked identical to the real versions she cared deeply about. the sort of comfort required after that plight wasn't one that could be touched by hot, fresh food. hannibal hadn't been here for that, and internally she prickles, thinking he ought not talk about what it really looks like when she needs comfort.
just... color her curious. about what food was like in the old world, and what went into making it. leave it at that so clarke can have an easier time swallowing it.
he gestures towards the door, and for a moment she still stalls. )
No, but. Just — hang on a second.
( because she's going back for another bag of milk. and without distraction, holds the plastic by the seal and slits a little opening just below her knuckles. the bag opens without buckling and spilling everywhere and at least mildly content, clarke bends to prop it against the cool case at an angle it hopefully won't spill too much. there, her one and only scavenger hunt point.
afterwards she'll follow him. or rather, lead, since they're standing on some weird sort of decorum. the bell at the entrance dings with each exit, and she holds the door a split second longer than necessary, since his hands are potentially full of shopping. belatedly, a fragment of his offer hooks into her brain and wriggles around the syntax. )
Your home, like your apartment?
( because back after the flower incident, she'd at least made a note of how far away they were from each other. three floors, which would make it easy to retrieve fresh clothes for herself. )
cw: degloving & vomit mention (smh @ myself)
but it wasn't like the first mission. where she'd actually had to kill someone — three someone's, who all looked identical to the real versions she cared deeply about. the sort of comfort required after that plight wasn't one that could be touched by hot, fresh food. hannibal hadn't been here for that, and internally she prickles, thinking he ought not talk about what it really looks like when she needs comfort.
just... color her curious. about what food was like in the old world, and what went into making it. leave it at that so clarke can have an easier time swallowing it.
he gestures towards the door, and for a moment she still stalls. )
No, but. Just — hang on a second.
( because she's going back for another bag of milk. and without distraction, holds the plastic by the seal and slits a little opening just below her knuckles. the bag opens without buckling and spilling everywhere and at least mildly content, clarke bends to prop it against the cool case at an angle it hopefully won't spill too much. there, her one and only scavenger hunt point.
afterwards she'll follow him. or rather, lead, since they're standing on some weird sort of decorum. the bell at the entrance dings with each exit, and she holds the door a split second longer than necessary, since his hands are potentially full of shopping. belatedly, a fragment of his offer hooks into her brain and wriggles around the syntax. )
Your home, like your apartment?
( because back after the flower incident, she'd at least made a note of how far away they were from each other. three floors, which would make it easy to retrieve fresh clothes for herself. )