“Gross, what the fuck are you even eating?” Was this a habit of his? Crashing in strangers’ rooms and eating whatever the fuck he found? Fuck it, if he found it so damn tasty he could eat it, those chips were stale anyways. “The cafeteria’s free, no money required. An’ they got meat too, so if you don’t wanna be alone in my room for the next two hours you’d best follow me.”
“I know not,” he admitted. Leo had never seen a home without food before. It was like a body without a soul. A kitchen without a heart. So he simply took the bowl of whatever he had fixed together and threw it and the bowl into the trash. It was likely the man did not have use for it anyway. “Very well. I will wait at the door while you dress.”
