[ It's difficult to sit there and listen to Angela talk about him like this. It's not like she's saying anything that isn't true, and she's even taking care to leave out the more personal details about him. Still, Snake isn't used to someone speaking so fondly of him, especially when he's only a few feet away. He's had to stand at attention while some superior officer rattles off his accomplishments in combat and his mission success rate, but this is different.
Then Jack goes so far as to thank him. That's even less expected, and Snake straightens in his stool and then shakes his head, waving him off. His guess is that Jack feels at least some guilt that he'd kept his distance from Angela for so many months, but it's not as if Snake considered it a chore to spend time with her. ] It was really more the other way around. [ Angela had been looking after him, that is. The massages, gluing that gash in his head shut, but even the littler things—the electronic cigarettes, the way she'd check in on him.
Honestly, she's too good for him. Snake suspects that's a sentiment Jack here could agree with.
And here come the plates of steaming food, as if to prove that point. Snake digs in, enjoying the luxury of a warm, home-cooked meal before he takes a look at Jack's portion. It's impossible not to notice, and while he could just let it slide, Snake figures that he may as well learn a little more about Angela's commander. ]
Healthy appetite you've got there. [ He makes the statement as casual as he can, in between bites of his own food. ]
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Then Jack goes so far as to thank him. That's even less expected, and Snake straightens in his stool and then shakes his head, waving him off. His guess is that Jack feels at least some guilt that he'd kept his distance from Angela for so many months, but it's not as if Snake considered it a chore to spend time with her. ] It was really more the other way around. [ Angela had been looking after him, that is. The massages, gluing that gash in his head shut, but even the littler things—the electronic cigarettes, the way she'd check in on him.
Honestly, she's too good for him. Snake suspects that's a sentiment Jack here could agree with.
And here come the plates of steaming food, as if to prove that point. Snake digs in, enjoying the luxury of a warm, home-cooked meal before he takes a look at Jack's portion. It's impossible not to notice, and while he could just let it slide, Snake figures that he may as well learn a little more about Angela's commander. ]
Healthy appetite you've got there. [ He makes the statement as casual as he can, in between bites of his own food. ]