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[looking and nods. it is close, good]

...

[Well, now that they are sure they are not lost, he will just walk towards Sigma and expect Langer to follow. '-']

[watches... follows]

[It's one of those small apartments. Rai has not bothered to ask for any decor or furniture but a large window overlooking the forest and a wooden coffin.]

[coffin...]

[Follows his gaze.]

I do not use it often.

[After a pause. How does one socialize with traumatized science things? '-'a]

I have tea...and ramen.

[shakes his head]

I... don't need those.

[Ramen is the best comfort food, okay.]

...

[He sits on top of the coffin, with a straight back and crossed legs.]

What do you need?

Water. Nutrition bars. [tilts his head] Occasionally blood.

[He raises his eyebrows just a little at the mention of blood.]

Will anything else... make you sick?

Alcohol does.

I don't have alcohol...

But I don't have nutrition bars either.

[He has seen the children eat nutrition bars. They are gross. :X

Without further explanation, he turns around and heads to the kitchen. Juri taught him how to make ramen. '-']

[watching?]

[He does everything very... carefully and slowly, like he is trying to disarm a bomb. This cup ramen thing is complicated, okay.

But it's finally done. And so he offers Langer some, with a glass of water no less!]

You have to wait until it is bloated.

[takes the water but eyes the ramen]

Why?

...

It tastes good.

[Watching his own ramen. '-']

[well the nibble of bread before didn't kill him... so... waits... watching Rai]

...

[As soon as the ramen is properly bloated - or perhaps a little too bloated - Rai starts eating it as if it was a DELICACY OF THE GODS.]

[not sure how to eat this... watching him for a moment... tries... eventually gives up and lifts it to sip some of the broth]

...

[Watching closely. IT'S OKAY. YOU TRIED.]

[only has a few sips]

... It... is very salty.

[He wonders if he cooked it right. Frankenstein was so much better at this sort of thing. '-']

But he nods knowingly.]

Tea is sweet, though.

Water is fine.

[He nods and keeps eating his ramen. Drink your water, child.]

I cannot give you blood.

[And you are the second person I've met who talked about blood drinking. '-']

... You don't need to.