"You don't talk about it because you can see it. He can't. Jesus fucking Christ. Unless you stumble around in the dark all the time, you understand the need to see people. He's just doing it with words."
And that's all he's saying about it. Instead, he's going to focus on serving himself lasagna. It's awkward, because he's literally never done anything like this before, but he's smart and he can figure out 'cutting implement' allows him to cut a piece and then he has to take that piece and put it on his plate. He's doing it with all the focus of a surgeon, though.
Eventually, he gets to the point where he can cut a piece off and carefully stick it in his mouth, at which point his eyes go very wide. He opens said mouth, then closes it, then puts a hand over his mouth and chews as quickly and as quietly as he ever possibly could, before he pops up again.
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"You don't talk about it because you can see it. He can't. Jesus fucking Christ. Unless you stumble around in the dark all the time, you understand the need to see people. He's just doing it with words."
And that's all he's saying about it. Instead, he's going to focus on serving himself lasagna. It's awkward, because he's literally never done anything like this before, but he's smart and he can figure out 'cutting implement' allows him to cut a piece and then he has to take that piece and put it on his plate. He's doing it with all the focus of a surgeon, though.
Eventually, he gets to the point where he can cut a piece off and carefully stick it in his mouth, at which point his eyes go very wide. He opens said mouth, then closes it, then puts a hand over his mouth and chews as quickly and as quietly as he ever possibly could, before he pops up again.
"Lasagna is delicious, Arthur!"