She watched as he cautiously dished out their food, seeing how steady he was being with his hand. He could’ve made a good surgeon, if he wanted. She was intrigued by the trance he seemed to be in as he cooked, it was almost calming. She listened to his story intently, happy to be learning more about him, but furrowed her eyebrows when he paused. She lifted her eyes to his blank stare, seeing the tears glisten, making her frown. She wanted to comment on it, wanted to ask what went wrong, but she could tell that he wasn’t in the talking mood. So she didn’t push. She watched him finish filling the bowls, thanking him when he passed it over to her. The smell itself made her mouth water, it had been ages since she had any real food, and it was beginning to show, so she was glad.<br/><br/>She took a spoonful of the soup, practically melting into the chair at the taste. “I have no clue what you mean, this tastes awesome.” She continued to eat, trying to eat slowly so to savor the food. She felt like she was royalty, being able to enjoy actual food, it was strange for her. As he spoke of her dog she pursed her lips, pondering the statement. “I would, but I mean where would I find one, everything out here is dead.” She really liked dogs, and was truly sad to see hers go, and would love to have another. But the prospect of finding one was slim, so she didn’t get her hopes up. As he was focused on his bowl, she took the time to fully admire Arc. She hadn’t before, but she was glad to. Everything about him was flawless, and she had a hard time believing that he was into her, he was so far out of her league.<br/><br/>“Those people you were talking about earlier, they died, didn’t they?” She wasn’t trying to be nosy, she just wanted to understand the source of his pain. They’d all lost people, maybe she could help. Besides, there’s no point in keeping secrets, they had said they wanted to get to know each other anyways. She bit her thumb as she awaited his answer, something she tended to do a lot. Her dad gave her grief for the habit, but it stuck with her. “How about this, you tell me five things about you, and I’ll tell you five things about me. It can be anything,”