[ This really is the closest thing to like.... dining that Peter has done this whole time. Meals are only taken when he remembers them β often that's not for hours after a person should actually eat.... and sometimes it's not for entire days. He may eat at two in the morning, or one-thirty in the afternoon. It's always what's easiest to grab, chips or crackers or a carton of milk...
But this? Sitting at a table, even if it's a little unconventionally....? Using cutlery?
It's very different. Peter gives another awkward little movement, hesitates, then moves again when Daniel gestures for him to sit down. Finally he does, settling onto the sofa and looking at the food, breathing in the smell of it... Freshly heated up like that, it's absolutely calling to him, and his stomach is growling a little. Yes, please, real food.....
The boy looks up at the message being written out, brows lifting as he pauses for a moment, a little confused before the context comes with that next message and.... before he can even think about it, Peter's giving a laugh. It's soft and quiet, but it's there and it's genuinely amused. ]
No shit? You're Italian?
[ Well I'll be!!! No wonder the guy makes such good pasta! It's a little shy, but Peter's wearing a bit of a grin for a moment, head dipping down as he reaches for his fork. Then, all of a suddenβ ]
βOh, I just remembered. We need something to drink.
[ He gets back up, quickly moving back to the kitchen, opening up the fridge to peer inside.... Ah. There's some... milk, which is maybe a couple days' past expiration date, and a small, single orange juice that Peter doesn't remember actually buying? Is that Robby's?
...Maybe best to just get Daniel some water. Peter quickly washes two cups and then pours tap water into them..... which is probably not.... the particular level of Fanciness that a guy like Daniel who can make authentic pasta dishes deserves... Sorry, Daniel. But at least it's something to drink.
Finally, finally, Peter can return and set down the waters, reaches for his fork again, and takes an eager bite. And he's chewing slowly, almost thoughtfully for a moment, before his eyes close and he's giving a soft 'mmm' around his fork.... ]
Oh my god. This is amazing. You really are Italian....
[ Well, at least Daniel sure isn't going to say no to having water. Even if he might be used to having something a little more fancy with dinner - often even a glass of wine, really - it's not like he's exactly a picky guy either. Not when he grew up poor with a mother who really tried to make things work..
And considering the state of Peter and the state of his apartment, it's obvious to Daniel that the boy really is trying to do the same here. Making things work, despite the circumstances not being great, despite there probably being more going on that Daniel himself can only guess at.
So the water gets a grateful smile from the man, and after that he's not the first to start eating. Instead he watches Peter for a moment, the smile widening at the very genuine and innocent reaction from the boy.
This is fine, isn't it? This is all Daniel wants in this place, despite feeling pretty broken himself. Even if he can't fix himself, can't put back the pieces in the right places, he can at least do what he can for these kids here. ]
I'm glad you like it. [ Daniel writes, his phone reading it out, before adding a final: ] Let's enjoy it.
[ After which he wants to grab his cutlery, which means putting down his phone, leaving the man unable to communicate very directly..
But it's fine. Daniel doesn't mind this. Just eating here in silence with Peter, watching the boy have something good. ]
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SCREAMS at how late this is, no pressure to continue, we can probably wrap this p soon anyway!
But this? Sitting at a table, even if it's a little unconventionally....? Using cutlery?
It's very different. Peter gives another awkward little movement, hesitates, then moves again when Daniel gestures for him to sit down. Finally he does, settling onto the sofa and looking at the food, breathing in the smell of it... Freshly heated up like that, it's absolutely calling to him, and his stomach is growling a little. Yes, please, real food.....
The boy looks up at the message being written out, brows lifting as he pauses for a moment, a little confused before the context comes with that next message and.... before he can even think about it, Peter's giving a laugh. It's soft and quiet, but it's there and it's genuinely amused. ]
No shit? You're Italian?
[ Well I'll be!!! No wonder the guy makes such good pasta! It's a little shy, but Peter's wearing a bit of a grin for a moment, head dipping down as he reaches for his fork. Then, all of a suddenβ ]
βOh, I just remembered. We need something to drink.
[ He gets back up, quickly moving back to the kitchen, opening up the fridge to peer inside.... Ah. There's some... milk, which is maybe a couple days' past expiration date, and a small, single orange juice that Peter doesn't remember actually buying? Is that Robby's?
...Maybe best to just get Daniel some water. Peter quickly washes two cups and then pours tap water into them..... which is probably not.... the particular level of Fanciness that a guy like Daniel who can make authentic pasta dishes deserves... Sorry, Daniel. But at least it's something to drink.
Finally, finally, Peter can return and set down the waters, reaches for his fork again, and takes an eager bite. And he's chewing slowly, almost thoughtfully for a moment, before his eyes close and he's giving a soft 'mmm' around his fork.... ]
Oh my god. This is amazing. You really are Italian....
yes, this sounds like a good wrap place! c:
And considering the state of Peter and the state of his apartment, it's obvious to Daniel that the boy really is trying to do the same here. Making things work, despite the circumstances not being great, despite there probably being more going on that Daniel himself can only guess at.
So the water gets a grateful smile from the man, and after that he's not the first to start eating. Instead he watches Peter for a moment, the smile widening at the very genuine and innocent reaction from the boy.
This is fine, isn't it? This is all Daniel wants in this place, despite feeling pretty broken himself. Even if he can't fix himself, can't put back the pieces in the right places, he can at least do what he can for these kids here. ]
I'm glad you like it. [ Daniel writes, his phone reading it out, before adding a final: ] Let's enjoy it.
[ After which he wants to grab his cutlery, which means putting down his phone, leaving the man unable to communicate very directly..
But it's fine. Daniel doesn't mind this. Just eating here in silence with Peter, watching the boy have something good. ]