@Fraust
Joey nodded a bit and climbed back onto the back of the bike. "Okay, Sol… if you say so. I should be able to protect myself, but… you know. Just in case." He sighed softly, putting the helmet back on.
Joey nodded a bit and climbed back onto the back of the bike. "Okay, Sol… if you say so. I should be able to protect myself, but… you know. Just in case." He sighed softly, putting the helmet back on.
Once Joey had the helmet on, Sol started his bike and headed towards the diner. It wasn’t far, so it only took about 10 minutes to get there.
“We’re here!” he said, pulling up. “This place has the best food, I go here a lot.”
Joey carefully stepped down off of the bike and handed the helmet to Sol, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't think I've been here before." He hummed thoughtfully as he looked up at the diner.
Sol grinned. “Well, I hope you like it,” he said, moving to open the door. “If you don’t see anything you like, we can go somewhere else, though.”
Joey nodded a bit, quietly following Sol inside. He really didn't want to eat, but it seemed like he would have to. He didn't really have any believable excuses. He looked up at the menu, hoping he could find something light, at least.
Sol glanced over at Joey, noting his trepidation.
Does he not want to eat? Is something wrong?
“I usually get the pancakes with eggs and bacon, but the fruit salad is also good, and so are the burgers,” he said. “I’m pretty sure they have smoothies, but I’ve never tried those.”
"Mm… I might just get like, one pancake. I'm not too hungry." He said softly, toying with the sleeves of his sweater nervously. He kept his eyes on the menu, feeling almost sick as he read through the number of calories and price of each option. He'd have to remember those numbers for later.
“Can’t go wrong with pancakes. They go well with fruit, too,” Sol said before looking over at the angel. That’s not much… “Hey, are you okay?” he asked softly, noticing his fidgeting.
"Hmm?" Joey got snapped out of his trance when Sol addressed him again. "Uh… yeah, of course. I'm fine. Why do you ask?" He asked softly, continuing to fidget uneasily.
Sol gently took Joeys hand. “You seem uncomfortable, would you like to go somewhere else?” he replied softly, eyes full of concern.
"No, no, it's okay… I just fidget sometimes when I'm in new places." He lied, smiling weakly to reassure Sol. "Honestly, I'm alright. We should go order."
Sol frowned but nodded, not wanting to push Joey. “If you’re sure,” he said, squeezing his hand gently. “We can leave anytime you want.”
Joey nodded a bit, keeping close to Sol. He figured he would just let Sol order so that he could keep quiet and relax.
Stepping up to the counter, Sol ordered a pancake for Joey (that’s not much…) and biscuits and gravy for himself. Getting their number, he turned back to Joey. “Where would you like to sit?”
"Um… anywhere is fine." Joey followed Sol closely, still fidgeting with his hands and sleeves. "Do you have to go anywhere after this?"
“I have a meeting tonight, but i’m free for a while after this,” Sol said, leading them to the booth in the corner. He liked being able to see the rest of the diner.
"Alright… I don't think I've got anything going on." Joey sat down with Sol and fell quiet, waiting for the food to be finished so he could get this over with.
Sol noted Joey’s quiet with some concern. “Joey, hey, are you really okay? We can take our food to go if you’d like to leave,” he said softly. The last thing he wanted was for the other to be uncomfortable.
"I'm fine…" Joey insisted, tugging at his sleeves a bit more and shifting closer to Sol. "We can take it to go if you'd like, I don't really mind either way…"
Had his wings been extended, Sol would have arched them protectively around the small angel. “Yeah, okay, want to take it back to my place?” he asked. “I have some old books you might like, too.”
"Sure… sounds good to me." Joey hesitated before getting up out of the booth, tapping one foot on the ground nervously as he fidgeted. "It'll probably be out soon…"
Joey was right, the food was out less than ten minutes later. The whole time, Sol watched his fidgeting with subtle concern. “Alright, are you ready?” he asked the angel.
Joey nodded a bit and followed Sol closely out of the diner, taking his hand and climbing back into the motorcycle once they reached it. He clipped the helmet back on his head and glanced around.
Sol wasted no time starting his bike, but hesitated before he left. Worry clenched in his stomach for the angel sitting behind him. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he finally took off and headed home.
Joey stayed quiet the whole way, simply getting off the bike when they arrived and handing the helmet over to Sol. He was stuck in his own mind at the moment, trying to find some way out of this but unable to think of one.
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