He's about to answer, really. To reassure her that yeah, yeah, he traded everything and his soul for cute little tutus and pretty dresses when she got here. He even broke his network silence and asked for help.
But the second part makes his throat tighten unexpectedly. It's...it's the first time anyone's asked him if he needed anything, personally. For some inexplicable reason, it makes a little pang go through his stomach. But he swallows it, takes a breath, and shakes his head.
"No. I mean, yeah. She's got...stuff. I'm not neglecting her, I promise."
What he says and doesn't say, how he says it, the time until he speaks, all of that makes Collette pay even more careful attention. "Didn't say you were," she says cheerfully, though she guesses someone has. "Didn't hear an affirmative from you, either. So... what size shirts do you wear? Pants? Do you have socks? Clean pairs of underwear without holes in them? We've got extra boxers."
His shirt is pretty obviously ragged, so there's no use lying about it. But it's tough to answer. His chest feels heavy, though he wouldn't be able to explain why if someone asked. Instead, he settles for nodding. Yeah. Okay. He could maybe do with a new shirt. A new anything. He doesn't know whose shit she's trying to give him, but he'll leave them some green on the doorstep or something to make up for it. They can sell it if they don't like to toke.
A nod is all she needs. Collette nods in return, glancing back toward the ground. "Where're you staying here?" Where is about a room number. She figures he'll know that much, without her saying it explicitly.
It's not like he needs to memorize the number, honestly. Everyone always knows where Jesse lives, so that's all the directions he's needed. If she doesn't know, they're both going to have a tough time sorting it out. But he could always give her directions from the cafeteria if he needed to.
Huh. That's gotta be the first time he's met someone who didn't know where Jesse lived already. And honestly, with how intense Saul had been about the thing with Collette, he'd assumed...but no, that wasn't about Jesse. It was about Stephanie, wasn't it?
He shook his head, clearing it as best as he could. "I can give you directions from the cafeteria? Me and Peace spent a long time walking, you know? She doesn't like to go too far now. We haven't explored much."
She flashes him a smile, straightening up from her attempts at cleaning. "That'd be great, really! I'm pretty good with navigating." By landmark or description, her memory wasn't all that shabby for those sorts of things. "What about essentials? Toothbrushes, combs, stuff like that?"
And then directions were conveyed, and they were the same directions as last time he told someone how to get to his apartment from the cafeteria, due to this strange inability of his to memorize his new lunar address.
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But the second part makes his throat tighten unexpectedly. It's...it's the first time anyone's asked him if he needed anything, personally. For some inexplicable reason, it makes a little pang go through his stomach. But he swallows it, takes a breath, and shakes his head.
"No. I mean, yeah. She's got...stuff. I'm not neglecting her, I promise."
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She can dig extra pairs up that should fit.
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It's not like he needs to memorize the number, honestly. Everyone always knows where Jesse lives, so that's all the directions he's needed. If she doesn't know, they're both going to have a tough time sorting it out. But he could always give her directions from the cafeteria if he needed to.
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He shook his head, clearing it as best as he could. "I can give you directions from the cafeteria? Me and Peace spent a long time walking, you know? She doesn't like to go too far now. We haven't explored much."
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