If you don't want to eat with me, that's fine, Daisy. You should still eat and if one of us is going to venture in there, do you really want it to be you?
[ it seems like an obvious answer to him but daisy is obstinate, like a donkey, which are very dear to joe, and joe is willing to indulge the insolent dignity of misunderstood beings; if she wants to go in there, he isn't going to stop her. ]
[ she's welcome in his room, they can lounge under the stars he's painted above his and nicky's bunk, but he doubts she'd be as comfortable as she would be in her own space. still, the offer is there. ]
[ steeling himself, joe ducks into the kitchen to collect the food. daisy agreed to nachos, but he puts a burrito together too in case she finds more of an appetite. if she doesn't, he'll eat it himself but he wants her to have the option of protein. so it's with a plate full of loaded nachos and another with a burrito and extra chips, two juice pouches under his arm, that he knocks on daisy's door, pushing it open. ]
It's me. [ a beat. ] I should have said delivery...
[Daisy does her best to straighten her room before he shows up, and she’s just throwing out some empty chip bags when he opens the door. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she tries to push down the unease of having to be around someone for the first time in a few days. She didn’t have to hide how she was feeling about everything until now, and she’s not sure she could sustain it.
Realizing she had got lost in her thoughts for a few seconds, she reaches out to take the juice pouches from him.]
You're welcome, I was briefly a waiter, it's like riding a bike. Where do you want it?
[ he doesn't look around, his cursory glance when she was taking the juice was enough and he doesn't want her to feel judged over her hastily tidied room. were nicky not around, joe's room would have continued growing in mess and disarray until he lost his favorite orange pencil and tore the place apart to find it, promptly losing track of everything else in his organized chaos. now it is simply organized. ]
[Putting the juices on the small table she takes one of the plates from him and puts it in the middle of the table.]
How come a waiter?
[She asks, making an attempt at a conversation as she takes a seat at the table. Reaching for one of the juice pouches, Daisy realizes pretty quickly that this was going to be a pain in the ass to get the straw into it with just one hand.]
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[It's easy to avoid people if you just stay holed up in your room and refuse to answer the door. Daisy smiles sadly at Joe's offer,]
You don't have to do that, but I'm actually not that hungry.
[She just decided to walk to the kitchen for no reason.]
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[ he steps fully away from the door as if to let daisy pass, gesturing her on through. ]
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[She should've just stayed in her room.]
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[ it seems like an obvious answer to him but daisy is obstinate, like a donkey, which are very dear to joe, and joe is willing to indulge the insolent dignity of misunderstood beings; if she wants to go in there, he isn't going to stop her. ]
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I guess nachos sounds pretty good.
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[ she's welcome in his room, they can lounge under the stars he's painted above his and nicky's bunk, but he doubts she'd be as comfortable as she would be in her own space. still, the offer is there. ]
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[Not by much, but at least this way it’s guaranteed that there won’t be anyone else there.]
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[ steeling himself, joe ducks into the kitchen to collect the food. daisy agreed to nachos, but he puts a burrito together too in case she finds more of an appetite. if she doesn't, he'll eat it himself but he wants her to have the option of protein. so it's with a plate full of loaded nachos and another with a burrito and extra chips, two juice pouches under his arm, that he knocks on daisy's door, pushing it open. ]
It's me. [ a beat. ] I should have said delivery...
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Realizing she had got lost in her thoughts for a few seconds, she reaches out to take the juice pouches from him.]
Thanks.
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[ he doesn't look around, his cursory glance when she was taking the juice was enough and he doesn't want her to feel judged over her hastily tidied room. were nicky not around, joe's room would have continued growing in mess and disarray until he lost his favorite orange pencil and tore the place apart to find it, promptly losing track of everything else in his organized chaos. now it is simply organized. ]
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How come a waiter?
[She asks, making an attempt at a conversation as she takes a seat at the table. Reaching for one of the juice pouches, Daisy realizes pretty quickly that this was going to be a pain in the ass to get the straw into it with just one hand.]