Snippet #2675836

Mel waved off the concern as he made for the door and held it open for the younger man to follow. “I’m up now that I’m up. And I’ll grab iced coffee, maybe. I guess.”

And then, with delayed reaction- “Oh. The hot coffee bit…” He laughed half-heartedly, nodding toward Drake, “That was a joke. Ha.” 


Moreover, he was looking for company that made him feel slightly less awkward. Even after several days of living with the new refugee, the idea that this boy had been held under the control of the very same people who had butchered half of his old unit made Mel uncomfortable. 



To make the understatement of the decade.

“But uh. Cafeteria may have waffles or something. So.”

Mel started off down the hall with Drake in tow, trying to make tired smalltalk by prodding at the first subject that wandered to mind. "Did you guys have like... Real food? Or... Do you remember, at all? If you ate waffles and stuff?"