Armand had assessed the level of 'care' Alan appears to take of himself - and he doesn't find him unpleasant to deal with, so he had been labeled as a good candidate for food delivery.
He doesn't enjoy being in what he can only bitterly call, 'a social situation', but he knows how to endure.
He takes a seat, as requested he looks completely at home. "I would like some coffee." It does nothing for him but the taste isn't actively revolting enough to not be worth the human ritual. He likes the warmth.
"Yeah." He drinks entirely too much coffee--he glances over at Armand, giving the other a tired but genuine smile, quick and thin.
"We can split this, too, did you--I didn't know you could cook." There's a coffee pot on the small little shelf, but Alan's pouring it from a light blue, homey looking thermos.
"Cream? Sugar? I don't--I'm not really that good of a host, I'm sorry."
"I've joined the dinner shift." If he takes a job, he's going to do it. That includes focusing on cooking until it meets his standards. When you have twenty-four hours a day, a... focused person can fit a lot in.
He shakes his head. He's not Louis, to go so far as to eat human food. "No, it's for you. I don't eat food." He tilts his head with a brief smile. "I believe that can be true of writers." And Alan doesn't have his advantages.
"Just black." He refrains from a joke about adding blood.
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He doesn't enjoy being in what he can only bitterly call, 'a social situation', but he knows how to endure.
He takes a seat, as requested he looks completely at home. "I would like some coffee." It does nothing for him but the taste isn't actively revolting enough to not be worth the human ritual. He likes the warmth.
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"We can split this, too, did you--I didn't know you could cook." There's a coffee pot on the small little shelf, but Alan's pouring it from a light blue, homey looking thermos.
"Cream? Sugar? I don't--I'm not really that good of a host, I'm sorry."
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He shakes his head. He's not Louis, to go so far as to eat human food. "No, it's for you. I don't eat food." He tilts his head with a brief smile. "I believe that can be true of writers." And Alan doesn't have his advantages.
"Just black." He refrains from a joke about adding blood.