[ Given some of the other doctors and medical personnel that Snake's had to deal with, Angela's earned an A+ when it comes to bedside manner. Snake doesn't particularly mind the type of doctor who wants to get him in and out as quick as possible. That's how most of his physicals had gone, back when he'd been part of an organization. He's less accustomed to the more caring method, but he can't say it isn't a nice change. ]
If you're saying that me sampling your cooking could become a regular thing, I don't see how that's bad. [ Snake, for a moment, considers Raiden and his complaints about Rose's cooking, how he actually preferred the rations to what she'd make for him. It couldn't have been easy, but he really shouldn't be drawing those sorts of comparisons. Any time he comes too close to thinking of him and Angela as something more than friends, it feels like nearing the edge of a cliff.
Still, he's aware that homemade cooking is going to be a thing of the past for them before too long, given the limited supplies. Living on canned food isn't going to kill anyone; he's more concerned about the possibility of running out of water.
Even though Angela gives him the go ahead, it's hard to focus on eating when he's got someone working so close to his face, and so he only steals a few bites here and there as she pulls away the bloodied gauze and then cleans him up. The pain is minimal, just some stinging here and there that can't be helped, but it's nothing he hasn't felt a hundred times before, so he barely reacts to it. All things considered, he's a very obedient patient, even more so than when he'd been aged up. Less to complain about, now.
Angela gets his hair out of the way with a pin, something that draws a brief smirk out of him even though it's practical of her to do. Normally the bandana would do that, but that's not an option right now. Still, she seems ready to work, so he scarfs down the last few bites of food and then sets the bowl aside, enjoying the fact that he finally has some warm food in his belly. ]
Süässli? I'm not familiar with the word.
[ Sure, they can talk language while she patches him up. It gives them something to focus on other than the less-than-stellar position that they're in post-crash. ]
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If you're saying that me sampling your cooking could become a regular thing, I don't see how that's bad. [ Snake, for a moment, considers Raiden and his complaints about Rose's cooking, how he actually preferred the rations to what she'd make for him. It couldn't have been easy, but he really shouldn't be drawing those sorts of comparisons. Any time he comes too close to thinking of him and Angela as something more than friends, it feels like nearing the edge of a cliff.
Still, he's aware that homemade cooking is going to be a thing of the past for them before too long, given the limited supplies. Living on canned food isn't going to kill anyone; he's more concerned about the possibility of running out of water.
Even though Angela gives him the go ahead, it's hard to focus on eating when he's got someone working so close to his face, and so he only steals a few bites here and there as she pulls away the bloodied gauze and then cleans him up. The pain is minimal, just some stinging here and there that can't be helped, but it's nothing he hasn't felt a hundred times before, so he barely reacts to it. All things considered, he's a very obedient patient, even more so than when he'd been aged up. Less to complain about, now.
Angela gets his hair out of the way with a pin, something that draws a brief smirk out of him even though it's practical of her to do. Normally the bandana would do that, but that's not an option right now. Still, she seems ready to work, so he scarfs down the last few bites of food and then sets the bowl aside, enjoying the fact that he finally has some warm food in his belly. ]
Süässli? I'm not familiar with the word.
[ Sure, they can talk language while she patches him up. It gives them something to focus on other than the less-than-stellar position that they're in post-crash. ]