[almost like he knows something even though he very well doesn't, his next words are airy; a second thought.]
You should have a look around, you may be surprised.
[just as he had been. no one alerted him of his home, he had to discover it all on his own. he's glad that he'd been the first one to find it. if someone else had decided to stake a claim, he would've disposed of them.
he busies himself with the chicken, entirely engrossed. nimble hands working as precious minutes tick by and the second pan is set on the stove to heat up. he's timed it perfectly so when the pan is hot and ready for the eggs -- which he will be scrambling separately in a glass bowl -- the chicken will be fully cooked and prepared to be shredded. he pours himself into those precious minutes, sparing Clarke only one or two glances.
he clicks his tongue.]
You've hardly touched the juice. Is it not to your liking?
[her discomfort is leaking out onto the island, toward the food, toward him. he hasn't had such an uncomfortable person in his kitchen since Will, but she's another breed by nature. most of Will's discomfort tended to land in the back of his throat, catching along his jaw and sending tension everywhere else. he's noticed that hers settled in her hands.]
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You should have a look around, you may be surprised.
[just as he had been. no one alerted him of his home, he had to discover it all on his own. he's glad that he'd been the first one to find it. if someone else had decided to stake a claim, he would've disposed of them.
he busies himself with the chicken, entirely engrossed. nimble hands working as precious minutes tick by and the second pan is set on the stove to heat up. he's timed it perfectly so when the pan is hot and ready for the eggs -- which he will be scrambling separately in a glass bowl -- the chicken will be fully cooked and prepared to be shredded. he pours himself into those precious minutes, sparing Clarke only one or two glances.
he clicks his tongue.]
You've hardly touched the juice. Is it not to your liking?
[her discomfort is leaking out onto the island, toward the food, toward him. he hasn't had such an uncomfortable person in his kitchen since Will, but she's another breed by nature. most of Will's discomfort tended to land in the back of his throat, catching along his jaw and sending tension everywhere else. he's noticed that hers settled in her hands.]