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[surface_level]

[ He hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, he hasn't exactly moved, or eaten, or spoken, since he has yet to hear what he's wishing to hear. Lucas sits against the wall wrapped in a coat, staring at a screen that he's managed to make show all of the Twilight films on repeat (yes, seriously). ]

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[campjesus]

I don't want to talk about it.

[surface_level]

[ Lucas lifts both hands and rubs the heel of each into his eye sockets. ]

[campjesus]

[ nudge ] You need to eat something.

[surface_level]

I am fine.

[campjesus]

Do you want beef or chicken 'cause if you don't pick you're just going to have to live with whatever fate decides.

[surface_level]

I am fine. I do not need you to cook.

[campjesus]

[ he gets up and roots around the nearest bar for food and a pan and other crap. ]

[surface_level]

I told you no.

[campjesus]

You promised me you would eat every day.

[surface_level]

I am not perfect.

[campjesus]

You don't have to be.

[surface_level]

It is painful not to know.

[campjesus]

[ he purses his lips hard. ]

If you eat something I'll tell you.

[surface_level]

[ His shoulder tenses inward as if steeling himself for the consequences of his part in this conversation. Still, he can't seem to stop himself. ]


Yes.

[campjesus]

[ brody says nothing while he finishes cooking that... whatever it is. it's not very good, it's not like he can taste it to tell.

he puts the plate in front of lucas and sits across from him, waiting. ]

[surface_level]

[ He reaches out and pulls the plate toward him, looking at its contents for a moment and then finally lifting the fork to his mouth. He ducks his head while he swallows, looking chastised and wary. ]

[campjesus]

[ he pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his chin between them. ]

I went to New York.

[surface_level]

[ He dutifully lifts another forkful, pausing it in front of his mouth to speak. ]

What is in New York for you?

[campjesus]

Everything.

[surface_level]

[ He looks up at Brody, mutely asking for more explanation. ]

[campjesus]

Easy died.

[surface_level]

[ His expression changes several different times before returning to his basic blank. ]




I am sorry.

[campjesus]

Mm.

So I went on a bender.

[surface_level]

[ He looks for a moment as if he is going to put the fork back down on the plate. A deal is a deal, though; it isn't as if he expected to hear wonderful things. Lucas takes another bite but he works it in his mouth with an expression as if he is trying not to gag. Eventually, he manages to swallow it. ]

What do you remember of it?

[campjesus]

Too much.