[ And honestly? As long as Trevor wants to keep up the silence, Dimitri will match it. He's not one for a lot of conversation anyway. He's fine just eating his potatoes and enjoying the silence between them. ]
[Oh thank god: someone who doesn't need to fill the silence with unnecessary chatter. Trevor can keep up his end of a conversation but sometimes it's just fucking nice to sit and eat with someone who doesn't want to talk either. He's happy to eat with Dimitri, only making a noise when he stands to offer to take care of their plates]
[Well, that's something at least. Trevor deigns not to push Dimitri, giving a happy grin back. He goes to remove the plates and start washing them in the sink]
Because it's good fucking food.
[He calls over his shoulder with a nod goodbye. He won't keep him; the guy's been in a coma, he doubtless wants to check in on his people]
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[Trevor seems unbothered by this fact. He makes a plate for himself and sits opposite Dimitri, sinking into his usual grunts and silences]
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I enjoyed the food.
[ before he turns around, as if to leave. ]
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Because it's good fucking food.
[He calls over his shoulder with a nod goodbye. He won't keep him; the guy's been in a coma, he doubtless wants to check in on his people]