"Make sure you do, I'd hate to see you lose use of your hands! Did you know burn classifications actually go past third degree? It goes all the way up to sixth degree, which is when--"
It's probably a good thing that someone comes by at that moment and reminds Spencer he has a meeting with Charlie, because otherwise he would have rambled at Daryl about some seriously gory burn facts. He makes his apologies, almost trips when he goes down the stairs, and awkwardly says goodbye -- though it's awkward mostly just because that's who Reid is as a person, and not anything to do with his dynamic with Daryl.
Over the next few days, he's busy. There's malfunctioning solar panels to see to, genetic testing to be done, a new well being dug (not that he's useful enough to help with the actual digging), and other people of Daryl's group to interview. Also, one of their more adventurous members comes back with a whole wheelbarrow full of books, and some of them are pretty useful, even!
It's not until four days later that Spencer runs into Daryl again, and it's in the communal kitchens. The community is set up so that there's a communal meal three times a day, or people can request a biweekly food allotment so they can cook at home. Spencer's a decent cook when he wants to be, but he mostly just has the communal meals so he has more time to think about important stuff -- the thing is, though, lately some of his thoughts have been about Daryl. Like, a strange amount of thoughts.
He doesn't know what that means. He doesn't know what it means when he feels excited about seeing him again. As best he can tell, he just thinks Daryl's really interesting?
Whatever it is, there's that weird little excited feeling in his belly when he catches sight of Daryl in the kitchens. But first, he apparently has to get lectured by one of the cooks, a big guy that Spencer knows only as Jones. "I know you've been skipping meals," Jones threatens, shaking a ladle at him, "look at you, you're a pipecleaner with a sweatervest on, you can't afford to skip meals. Do you know many calories the average human needs a day? You can't achieve that with coffee, Reid!"
"I know, I'm sorry," Spencer says quickly, already trying to sneak away, "I'll do better. Oh, look, it's Daryl! Hi, Daryl. I'll talk to you later, Jones!"
He leaves Jones grumbling and pouring out portions of soup, and does his best to hide behind Daryl instead. It doesn't work. Daryl's not quite tall enough.
"I'm using you as a human shield so he doesn't lecture me anymore," Spencer whispers. "I think he can only see me if I move. What are you doing in here, by the way?"
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It's probably a good thing that someone comes by at that moment and reminds Spencer he has a meeting with Charlie, because otherwise he would have rambled at Daryl about some seriously gory burn facts. He makes his apologies, almost trips when he goes down the stairs, and awkwardly says goodbye -- though it's awkward mostly just because that's who Reid is as a person, and not anything to do with his dynamic with Daryl.
Over the next few days, he's busy. There's malfunctioning solar panels to see to, genetic testing to be done, a new well being dug (not that he's useful enough to help with the actual digging), and other people of Daryl's group to interview. Also, one of their more adventurous members comes back with a whole wheelbarrow full of books, and some of them are pretty useful, even!
It's not until four days later that Spencer runs into Daryl again, and it's in the communal kitchens. The community is set up so that there's a communal meal three times a day, or people can request a biweekly food allotment so they can cook at home. Spencer's a decent cook when he wants to be, but he mostly just has the communal meals so he has more time to think about important stuff -- the thing is, though, lately some of his thoughts have been about Daryl. Like, a strange amount of thoughts.
He doesn't know what that means. He doesn't know what it means when he feels excited about seeing him again. As best he can tell, he just thinks Daryl's really interesting?
Whatever it is, there's that weird little excited feeling in his belly when he catches sight of Daryl in the kitchens. But first, he apparently has to get lectured by one of the cooks, a big guy that Spencer knows only as Jones. "I know you've been skipping meals," Jones threatens, shaking a ladle at him, "look at you, you're a pipecleaner with a sweatervest on, you can't afford to skip meals. Do you know many calories the average human needs a day? You can't achieve that with coffee, Reid!"
"I know, I'm sorry," Spencer says quickly, already trying to sneak away, "I'll do better. Oh, look, it's Daryl! Hi, Daryl. I'll talk to you later, Jones!"
He leaves Jones grumbling and pouring out portions of soup, and does his best to hide behind Daryl instead. It doesn't work. Daryl's not quite tall enough.
"I'm using you as a human shield so he doesn't lecture me anymore," Spencer whispers. "I think he can only see me if I move. What are you doing in here, by the way?"