[The silence wasn't an easy one, and it doesn't matter. One kid, in a ship of hundreds. He doesn't even know her name. But it sits badly to have it go like this. He likes to be liked--and he likes kids. It's gotten him into trouble before, but that was then. This is now.
He'd hardly noticed that she was gathering herself to leave but he looks around now, suddenly, still hunched over the counter.]
Thanks. I mean it. I owe you one. [He nods, toward the plate, and his half finished waffle. It's a loaded offer in both directions, even if she doesn't know exactly what she's getting the offer from.] A favor, or-- whatever.
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[The silence wasn't an easy one, and it doesn't matter. One kid, in a ship of hundreds. He doesn't even know her name. But it sits badly to have it go like this. He likes to be liked--and he likes kids. It's gotten him into trouble before, but that was then. This is now.
He'd hardly noticed that she was gathering herself to leave but he looks around now, suddenly, still hunched over the counter.]
Thanks. I mean it. I owe you one. [He nods, toward the plate, and his half finished waffle. It's a loaded offer in both directions, even if she doesn't know exactly what she's getting the offer from.] A favor, or-- whatever.