Logan nodded, then shrugged. "It's the polite thing to do." He replied, looking at her. "Would you prefer i hadn't helped you?" He asked.
“It’s the End of the World as We Know It” (O/O)
She shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that you did, but I’m so used to doing things myself…” She trailed off with a faraway look in her eyes. “But whatever. Thanks.”
He nodded. "Mhm." He shrugged slightly. "You're welcome." He chuckled softly. Well, at least i helped her out.
She nodded, her stomach growling. She blushed. “You hungry, Logan?” Allie asked, looking for something to eat.
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, i am, actually." He said with a small, quick smile.
Allie managed to find some canned peaches and black beans. She smiled nervously, unsure what kind of things Logan usually ate. “This is what I usually eat, but you can pick out something else if you like.”
Logan shrugged. "I'm good with whatever, Allie. Thank you." He replied. "Do you want anything of mine? I can grab some."
It was weird hearing someone use her name in a sentence. She definitely wasn’t used to it, so she blinked a couple of times before answering. “If you want.” She shrugged and then took out a pocketknife and got to work opening the cans.
He nodded, then his eyes lit up. "I have chocolate!" He exclaimed. "It's a little squished, but it should still be good." He grinned. "Want some?"
Allie smiled. “If you’re willing to spare some, then of course,” she replied, her eyes widening at the thought of chocolate. It had been so long since she’d last eaten some. “Where did you find it?”
"Erm…a few towns over." He replied as he headed upstairs. He came back after a few minutes with a squished, still wrapped chocolate bar in his hands. "Here we go." He said.
His answer seemed a little bit unsure. Either that was how he talked, he wasn’t sure, or he was lying. This made Allie’s suspicions raise a bit, as she took in the candy bar. It seemed normal enough but she was definitely going to wait for him to take a bit before she ate any. “Wow,” she gasped anyway, taking the bar in. She could feel her mouth water, but she had to be sure it wasn’t some sort of trick. She watched Logan expectantly.
He opened it, splitting it in half abd handing her half. "Here." The chocolate was definitely a bit squished and cracked and broken, but still edible. I really don't want to tell her that I took this off of a dead body. I mean…i didn't kill the guy, but still.
“Thanks,” Allie replied, taking it. She was dying to take a bite, but didn’t show it, pretending like she was just studying it instead of waiting for Logan to eat some first. It wasn’t hard to pretend, since Allie was a bit in awe over something that had used to be so ordinary.
He broke off a piece and ate it, then wrapped it back up. "Im saving the rest for after dinner, despite how much i want it." He chuckled. He had been raised here on Earth; which was strange to the rest of his kind. He acted far more human than they thought he should. Not that he really cared about what they thought.
After a moment, Allie realized that the chocolate was probably safe to eat. He wouldn’t have ate some if he had poisoned it, she reasoned. She laughed too. “Well, I’ve always been a dessert first kind of girl,” she responded and took a big bite. “Holy shit it’s been so long since I’ve had actual chocolate.” The taste seemed like childhood and happiness to her, bringing back memories of movie theaters and sleepovers and her friends. Pretty soon her piece was gone. She laughed at herself. “Well that lasted about five seconds, but it was worth it.”
He chuckled softly, and put his half in his pocket. "Yeah…same here. It was…god, a long time ago." He sighed softly. He hadn't ever had many in the first place, but..still. Still.
Allie smiled softly, caught up in the wonderful (and yet somewhat painful) nostalgia. After a few moments she snapped out of it, blinking. She picked up the can of peaches. “Want a peach?” she offered. “This brand isn’t half bad.”
He shrugged. "Uhm…sure. I guess." He replied slowly, giving a soft chuckle. "Thank you."
“Of course,” she replied. She handed him the can of peaches and took the beans. “We can switch in a minute, so that we get to have a bit of both.”
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He nodded. "Okay, sounds good. Is there…eating utensils, or am I supposed to just scoop it out with my fingers?" He asked, looking at her as he held the can.
(Ok. Good night! Have a good sleep!)
“Oh, um, I never found any utensils, so fingers it is,” she confirmed. “It’s kinda weird, but I’ve gotten used to it.”
He chuckled. "Alright. Fingers it is." He scooped out some of the peaches with his fingers, eating them. Odd. Interesting way to do it.
Allie leaned against the wall and ate her black beans. She had almost forgotten what eating normal food had tasted like at this point. After she hd eaten about half of the beans, and looked at Logan. “Ready to switch?”
Logan looked up. "Sure." He handed her the peaches. He took the can of black beans, and started eating it.
She finished off the peaches fairly quickly. This had been a good meal for her. Normally she only ate one can per meal. She could almost laugh at that, seeing as how one cold can of food would’ve never been seen as a real meal to her before the invasion. “Do you ever think about the kind of food you used to eat, before the invasion?” she asked idly.
Logan looked up and nodded. "Yes. Sometimes. Do you?" He finished off the beans, setting the can to the side and stretching.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I miss it sometimes.” Allie sighed.
He nodded. "Me too. But…there isn't much that can be done about it except survive." He shrugged slightly.