[That's sort of interesting, isn't it? The idea of not keeping track of favors owed. It's reassuring, in a way; the last thing he wants is to have to deal with trying to balance out one good deed for another until they're even, assigning value to action and tallying up either side. But on the other hand, exchanging favors is also an easy way of building a relationship in its early stages, and he wonders vaguely if that's Trevor's not-altogether-graceful way of suggesting that he doesn't want anything to do with him, once this is over.
That doesn't seem right, that latter idea, but who knows? Trevor Belmont is a man who won't throw a punch until the other person "is finished". Fuck knows how his mind works sometimes.]
Well, anyway. Here.
[He brings over a bowl and spoon, sets them in front of Trevor, then stalks back into the kitchen and returns summarily with a pot of beef udon, which he clunks down in front of him.]
This is what noodles taste like when they're not garbage. Eat.
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[That's sort of interesting, isn't it? The idea of not keeping track of favors owed. It's reassuring, in a way; the last thing he wants is to have to deal with trying to balance out one good deed for another until they're even, assigning value to action and tallying up either side. But on the other hand, exchanging favors is also an easy way of building a relationship in its early stages, and he wonders vaguely if that's Trevor's not-altogether-graceful way of suggesting that he doesn't want anything to do with him, once this is over.
That doesn't seem right, that latter idea, but who knows? Trevor Belmont is a man who won't throw a punch until the other person "is finished". Fuck knows how his mind works sometimes.]
Well, anyway. Here.
[He brings over a bowl and spoon, sets them in front of Trevor, then stalks back into the kitchen and returns summarily with a pot of beef udon, which he clunks down in front of him.]
This is what noodles taste like when they're not garbage. Eat.