@harleyridin, continued from.
a smile lingers 'pon the agent's lips, and he can't help but to let out a little laugh at the eagerness in his companion's voice - the excitement, for ( overly expensive ) diner burgers that would no doubt upset their stomachs, or give them heartburn later on... but the initial moment of eating them? that was enough to make it all worth it, he figured - grease and carbs all considered.
" put the laptop away, " comes kennedy's request, gesturing towards the electronic device as he plops down beside claire, with food bag in hand. " you're gonna get your keys all greasy. " shaking off his leather jacket, it's tossed aside onto the other bed - their current location a hotel, because leon's home locations couldn't be shared, and they'd both had something going on at the moment, anyway. so a shared hotel room for a couple of days was ideal.
not that they couldn't get separate rooms, of course, but it was nice to catch up after awhile... and the prospect of staying up late just talking about dumb stuff and reconnecting was enough to have him request it, if the younger redfield had been okay with it. " of course i got your favorite, how long have we known each other? pretty sure you mentioned your ideal burger choice the first night we met. " leon's teasing, of course - the first night they met had been hell, and even some distraction talking about food wouldn't have been enough.
digging into the takeout bag, he's retrieving claire's portion, her burgers and a side of onion rings, complete with packets of her sauce of preference... and a few extras, in case the burger didn't have enough on it. once their food was separated and sitting in front of them, leon's getting up momentarily to grab their drinks, handing over claire's, while he took a little sip of his own - a decision of dr. pepper once they had told him his usual drink's nozzle was broken. comical, all things considered.
" so, how's things been with terrasave? unless you don't want to talk about work, i mean, " an immediate correct, and leon's awkwardly avoiding the idea of making the night uncomfortable by biting into his food, getting mayonnaise on his chin and cheek with poise, and using a napkin to clean himself up before claire could laugh at him... but maybe they needed that laugh, after everything.
