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A long while, unable to reply to the other thing Enjolras had said, because he knew for sure he'd cry if they addressed THAT elephant.

R got silent as he pushed his food around his plate, his heart bleeding at Enjolras' declaration, ths admittance that it could all be over soon, and that it- they- meant something, despite R's continuous succes at ruining things. "So- you want us to ignore the elephant in the room?" He asked, after+

Was a morbidly abt description now, but he didnt comment on it, realising that would break the truce not even five seconds in.

"Sorry- I can't turn it off. It's just-nerves? Gotta crack a joke before the tension cuts." R admitted, looking anywhere but Enjolras. "And you know your definition of civil isn' the same as mine. But i'll try." He shrugged as their food arrived. R dug in like a hungry wolf, which he realised+

"Hmmm, with egg, that's nice. Solid choice, if you can't appreciate juicy pineapple. What's the homefront saying? Still not including me in the plans for werewolf massacring?" R asked, putting the little boat in front of Enjolras absentmindedly.

Being too sick to work shouldn't be a death sentence

"What did you get?" R asked, as he started folding one of the napkins into a paper boat because he couldn't continue on the Enjolras drawing with them so close. "It itches. Less than yesterday, though. Wanna bet on how healed it is before we take off the bandage?"

Hmmm... show me first? 🤣

"It's one beer. It's fine. It's legal. And it contains water." R sighed, but he put his feet on the chair between them to wait, pulling out his sketchbook and a pencil. He doodled the little parking lot and Enjolras' beautiful frown, his stomach grumbling in anticipation of the food

Dropping down into the chair across from him, R nabbed a second menu from another table so Enjolras could look at the first. "Ooh they have croque hawaii." he smirked, skimming the dishes. "That and a beer. Do you want me to go order inside? Or do you think they'll come out?"

Well, they're just little guys that want to vibe, no need to get violent

Ferre would be proud of you ;)

The multinationals?"

"I don't know. Will you be less hangry after you have something to eat?" R asked with a fake grin, clambering out of the car with one arm and looking around. There was a little bistro on the other side of the parking lot, and some big chain restaurants on the other. "I suppose we're not funding +

R startled awake with more panic than a light touch warranted, but he groaned when he saw Enjolras sunlit face, blinded by the light behind them. "Fuckkk." He muttered, sitting back up. "Lunch? Already?" He asked before his stomach grumbled loudly. "Oh- okay, sure then."

car and the simple distraction of the music in the background, R finally managed to find sleep.

"I spilt most of it anyway." R grumbled, but then he crossed his arms and leaned back against the headrest, settling in for a long and boring drive. He hummed along with the music for two songs until the exhaustion really got to him. With Enjolras less than an armlenght away, the warmth of the +

I knew this sounded too good to be true

And what did you eat that with?

Know- tight? Under there? But it doesn't hurt a lot, and I haven't taken a painkiller all morning." He babbled, hoping Enjolras would be amenable to starting the trip home in peace.

R stalled for a bit more and then gave up on waiting for the hour to pass, tossing his duffel bag in the trunk and slipping in the seat next to Enjolras. "I'd offer to drive half of the way but- actually, maybe we should check under that bandage when we stop for lunch. Because it feels- I don't +

...whats in there?

Tell the rest of their little group in no time, and he didn't know if he could deal with any more pity, disgust, or fear right now. He sighed and decided against it, tossing the phone where it came from again.

Down on the porch again to wait for Enjolras, realising that offering to help repack the first aid box and making a mess of it wasn't gonna improve Enjolras' mood. He found his phone in his bag and checked the hour, contemplating if he should text anyone about what happened. He was sure Ferre would+

Plate and returned to the room, not acknowledging Enjolras as he tossed some clothes and a sketchbook in his dufflebag, and the rest of what he was wearing yesterday in the bin. With the exception of weapons, R travelled lightly, and those were already in the car, so it didn't take long. He sat +

"Fuck." R muttered, staring at his plate. "At least vampires are dicks that can control themselves." He laughed coldly, shoveling the rest of his food in his mouth. Unlike Enjolras, R was a stress eater. munching on something made him calmer- although it wasn't helping him much now. He finished his+

To continue speaking for a moment. "If there's anyone left, the trail will be dead. But sure. Off to Jehan. Who will definitely not shoot me the moment they realise what just walked into their shop." R warned, waving his fork around to underscore his point.

"Yes- tell me the secret to turn of your ears when you are trying to sleep while someone's on the phone just outside your door." R huffed, rolling his eyes. "It'll take 2 days before they're here, they were hunting all the way south." He complained, stuffing his mouth with pancakes and struggeling +

Than guessing how many bullets are enough bullets like we do now." R dismissed. "What we should do is double-check that this area is werewolf free. Find their lair and see if anyone's been there since yesterday."

"You don't have to sugar coat it- I heard him list the ways you could do it- it's fine. It's comforting that at least one of us hasn't lost all marbles." He sighed. "Jehan.... They make potions... We'd know if there was a potion against this, it'd be much easier to shoot that down their maws +