Burger, with plenty of meat on it.  Delicious delicious fries. Soda.  It was nice to have something to eat, as those peanuts he had been lucky enough to find before really weren't enough. And while he ate, he listened.  He was a quiet eater.<br/><br/>Cassidy was very sexually charged, so he knew there was more than one way to interpret her words. It made him feel a bit betrayed.   His body seemed to settle into a more tensed position. "And so, eventually, you made her like you. Why? Why did you choose to do that to her?" He was nearly done eating by the time the questions started.<br/><br/>"What do you do for her? Why do you care for her? How much do you care about her?"  And he's got about a dozen more questions up his sleeve, and he nearly loses his composure and spills them all out.  They were gnawing at his mind, at his heart. But, he focuses on finishing off the fries, and letting her handle the ones he just put voice to. And really, most of his questions did need to be saved for Erica herself.